My friend, Stacy, is working in Yellowstone right now, and I want nothing more than to be there with her. I am beginning to think I’ll never make it back like I said I would. It’s even harder the second time. Harder to plan, harder to commit, harder to fund, harder to leave.
I’ve been smoking way too much lately, and as I repeat this phrase for the millionth time, I suddenly come to a realization, I just smoke too much in general. A pack a day, give or take a few cigs, but cancer is the furthest thing from my mind these days. Turning 28 has been eating at me, which is stupid, because when I’m a senior citizen, I’ll be kicking myself (not literally of course, I’ll be too old) for not realizing how young I really was.