My love for video games and ketchup as a child all started at the age of 6. I went with my family to a friend’s house for the first time. The daughter was playing on her NES and trying to beat this level. I sat quietly behind her on the floor observing the television as she plays through Mario. I became a regular at this place, I started talking to the girl. She was thrilled to make a friend, I was thrilled to play with her NES. This boy who also became a regular became my friend and introduced me to McDonald’s ketchup packets. How sweet and sour the flavors when it hit my tongue for the first time. It was crack in a packet. I still remember how to get to that house, I still come back to this memory every now and then. 

It’s been a mixture of everything. Quite a lot where I can’t remember them, but remember how it felt. I’m enjoying things lately. I’ll find out once things happen. 

I haven’t used this place in a long time. Lately I’m not feeling well, I’m not stable. I’m unhappy and realizing I need to exit before it’s too late. Before I lose that small gap to pick myself back up and to do something else.

I feel stuck at the moment and I feel obligated settling for something I’m not happy about. I rather go do something else.