I don't know what to think when my brain prunes the name of a friend. I'm trying to move more towards a life in which yesterday doesn't matter. My only fear is reaching a point of void feeling which pushes me over. Sometimes I want to find purpose, but instead of purpose I find excuses.
Until now my best solution is to assume I'm not here. Before I know it, I'll be on my death bed, devoid of regrets.