I'm getting ahead of myself.
2020 only started for me, like, a few days ago. Every other day since December 31st felt like the closing chapter of 2019. I didn't do much, at least on the surface - I mourned, grieved and lamented. The last thing I remember before I died to 2019 is... Or is the proper English "was"? I feel like it reads correctly either way. Anyway, I remember having a chat with a friend who's had the misfortune of meeting me in my late teens - not exactly my proudest years. I mean, I wasn't LiVinG mY bEsT LiFe or anything like that... I was just lost. You can see the difference between someone who's lost, and someone who's intentionally making poor decisions because YOLO. But I'm getting ahead of myself; this sounds like a topic my future self will want to delve into. This could be a really good time to examine the hidden meaning of what it means to really get ahead of myself. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Wait, where was I? Right, late ...