I have a bunch of stuff I need to do, but what’s the fucking point? Ya know? Like what does any of it matter anymore?

What is a person supposed to do with their last days/weeks/(months)? You’d think I’d know, but it’s not that simple. I want to spend time with my family and friends, but not doing anything big, just hanging out. I still want to read and watch TV. There isn’t like some huge thing I want to do or accomplish. That ship has sailed. Fuck – that ship has sunk. Lol.

Mostly, I’m tired, tbh. I spend a great deal of time just zoning out, thinking about things. Luckily, I don’t really have any regrets. I’m very pleased with how my life has turned out. I just wish I’d gotten more time.