noodleseatpie
plans are worthless. we plan and plan and plan our lives, but how often do they really come through? don't we spend more time planning and waiting and worrying than living? i'm making it a point to plan out my life less, and to just live more. all this worry clogging up my mind is coming from these stupid plans - i've got to stop making them.
Does anyone really ever have a purpose, or is life just life? I don't think I care enough to find out.