that's it.
I'm ready to live the rest of my life with a plain gray tshirt, some jeans and a pair of new balance sneakers in a cabin filled with the heaviest stock of paper, pencils and peanut butter.
One hundred percent personal. I write for myself in order to get back here certain times a year or two, read what I wrote and have a good laugh at how stupid I was back then. So unless you're a stalker, what you're about to read is gonna sound like a bunch of crap that makes no sense.
Well, that's what we call "inner voice"
Welcome to my wardrobe.
Sincerely.