all cracked up on the highway.

if everything seems so much clearer in hindsight, is it possible to reach that understanding prior to having to suffer the misfortunes of a poor judgment?

i'd be lying if i said i wasn't content, but there's always this gnawing feeling that i have to work to overlook my doubts. i wish somebody could effectively convince me that relationships aren't bullshit at this age. everybody lies to each other, everybody's looking around to see what else there is, everybody's biding time-- maybe it's just a matter of whether you choose to care or notice? am i too cynical? is my life too cyclical?

i'm due for an acid trip, if only to turn my brain on its side for a while. i'll come find the words, grab onto them by the fistful.