Somethin’ new

I have no fucking idea what to write.
I’ve written and erased three opening sentences which is a waste, I tell ya, owing to these fokken tiny keys on this Blackerry’s fokken tiny keyboard.
I feel somewhat ill-prepared… for everything. Mostly always have, though, so perhaps I shouldn’t fret too much about a whole new life. Or a little bit of a new life. Or perhaps just less of the old life.
Oi vey.
Thirty-two years old but really still just a child inside.