Every time the sun comes up, I'm in trouble... Let me prefix by stating that I am a giant ball of stress and a complete insomniac. Nothing good happens during the day... gym, work, errands, stress...responsibilities. At night I can finally catch my breathe, relax, and let loose. I come alive in the nighttime. It's as if all day I am left abandon of my personality, and as soon as the sun goes down I feel alive. I know this sounds like a bipolar sociopath, but in actuality I just work very hard, and like to have fun. -And with that comes a lot of anxiety, and a few hangovers. It's all fun and games until the sun comes up. It's like realities cruel reminder that the viscous cycle is starting all over again. -Cue the anxiety!
Hat New Era // Hoodie Oak NYC // Jacket Vintage // Jeans Levis // Shoes Yeezy