in 3 hours i can buy ciggarettess and no one can do a damb thing about it

I finally feel content. There’s still so much that I’m missing out on that I don’t know, that I don’t understand and that I miss. But for the first time I don’t care about all the shit. I’ve finally just let shit be fucking shit and not destroy my life. There are an uncountable number of bumps but I really could care less
I’m happy and have no reason to be : )