for months and months i’d wake up every sunday morning not only wondering where i was, but how i could stoop so low. don’t worry about it! we are all young, and these “failures” should be re-circuited into your memory as “adventures.” yep, when you look back one day you’ll think you were a naive asshole, but hey, at least you went out and did you. funny thing is, when you finally get the idea in your head that you’re not a failure, you kinda change your attitude about everything, and maybe on sundays even start to wake up at your own place.

(by the way, my comment about where you wake up on sunday isn’t just literal, but metaphysical, metaphorical, figurative, etc.)