Enough, he thought. This is enough, and more.
I think I filled my younger years with everything I possibly could, because some innate part of me knew my older ones would be lonely….
Or my older years are lonely because I spent so much time doing so much when I was younger I forgot about having someone to be with when the fun finally had to stop
I’ve always been all or nothing & I guess I should be grateful I at least have so many happy memories to look back on, but sometimes I wonder what the other way would of been like
Then I remember I was damned before I had a choice at all
