I just did some free writing, and when I read it back it was about a rooftop garden with a waterfall and you could touch the moon. It doesn’t mirror my honest self at all, it’s almost MDMA in it’s happiness.
My name is Ben and I'm fully 21 now. That terrifies me. I'm a student. My obsessions include Morrissey, Oscar Wilde, existentialism and energy drinks. I know they all taste exactly the same (though some might be sweeter) but it's a good taste, in my mind. Years later, I will be found in a hotel room David Carradine-style.