Thinking about the future is scary and nerve-racking but I'm ambitious and ready for my little journey through the universe.  

When the space shit blew, I started floating through space, somehow there's connections but I'm choosing to drift away. 

I talked about friends I've had and my general experience with relationships like last week but more in depth on traumatic experiences and 'character building' moments

Somehow I've made friends and also haven't made friends and talk about that. 

I talk about old movie ideas I've had and obviously got off topic. 

When the space craft blows up you know there was a failure at some point, somewhere. 

I talk about set down, failures and how I grow from them and my usual getting off topic ranting since that is my branding. 

Laying down on the ship floor, watching the universe pass as I talk about my horrifying dreams, how people act on the internet and random childhood stories. 

My entire theme is space which explains the title. It ends suddenly because my family came home and a panicked and hit the stop record button in record speed. Hope listening to my voice for half an hour has helped, thanks for listening, it means a lot. <3