My blood is boiling from a fever that never seems to break. I'm too excited from my own good. I'm too interested for my own good. Too god damn old to think like a 17-year-old, feeling with my crappy instincts instead of using my head to shun these types of things.

But maybe that's what I'm built for, search and find and experience the good, bad and extremely mundane in between. It's the little things that keep stacking up and up that make me stupid. And believe me, it's coming down to me being stupid and naive long after I should be.