Desperate Times

I hope I remain as easy to forget when it's really time to do so. Some of us make it in life, some of us don't make much, but are still perfectly content with that, and some us will always remain in a state of wandering—searching for the sole reason it all went to shit in the first place. I am most likely categorized under the latter of the aforementioned scenarios. What this means for me can only be measured in terms of bleakness and sheer desperation cloaked by bravado.