Sometimes I miss sitting still.

Sometimes I miss sitting still.

Do you know how that feeling is? It’s this sense that you’re a walking bottle of passions, and you try to control these, but the more you keep them bottled up, the more useless it becomes. It drives itself mad, shrivels up into a wizened twig. You’re faced with odd sense of longing, but rather than being a source of motivation, it merely frays your nerves.

Nevermind. our heathen pizza is here!