my wonder years never got cancelled

my weakness is i can't help myself, in all senses of what that means. i. can't. help. it. because at the end of the day what do you have. the evening. the night. and at the end of the night what do you have? the morning. and repeat repeat repeat. because sometimes i think it might be a little bit problematic that when i list off my few favourite things they are as follows: boozin, weed, my best friend and working days. but then i remember how fucking fine i am with that because the world is beautiful and i am alive and my friends are what's important to me and i'm pretty healthy and pretty happy and it doesn't matter how fucked up someone is it just doesn't matter! [and at the end of the evening i know i should be falling asleep next to you. and how fucked up of a thing is THAT because i never would have guessed THAT...] and even though everything is a little mixy everything is still .... still... and okay... and it'll always be like that in a way. its just like what's happening is what's happening and somehow every little thing and detail and big thing and detail mixed up together and bounced around and this is the outcome of every single moment up until NOW. past present future. it's fucked that the time we know of is linear and we'll never be able to get back to the past, future, and only know the exact present. different dimensions. FUCK dimensions are crazy. what if we could see outcomes and see what's going to happen or be able to feel exactly how you felt 15 and a half years ago and what? i don't even know.