Naïveté

When I think about it, maybe it started with the feeling of freedom. That feeling, the utter ability to do anything, may have caused me to take big risks, risks with people I shouldn't be near, putting myself in situations that I shouldn't be in, or just doing dumb shit I really shouldn't be doing.

I was naive in thinking that taking this risks wouldn't result in some kind of downfall. That I wouldn't suffer any consequences.

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So here's a narrative. And it's not really in order and it doesn't really have an ending, but it's me, and all the dumb shit I've decided to do, and suffer the consequences.