Thank you. I’m just tired my friend, and trying to keep up. My soul’s heavy and I can’t always figure out how to float. I guess I am becoming what I’m becoming, and I hope it’s good… but fuck, it’s exhausting

Appreciate the Jacob analogy; it’s hopeful? I can’t wait to rest my head, but I just have so many years to go it seems. C’est la vie, at least my anger can rest tonight