It’s been a few years too long since my thoughts were recorded. A few too many days that have gone by without any recognition. A few too many questions left unanswered. The girl I was just a few years ago, should’ve known better than to think she knew anything at all.
All this time has passed by, so many things have changed. Life is a little less in the moment. Each day I am reminded that life is fragile. And it’s as if I was some kind of bull left to run wild in a china shop. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes in these few, very long, very dramatic years. I would like to believe that I have learned from them. But looking back on things now, it doesn’t seem like I’ve let myself grab on to the possibility of moving forward.
The grown up disease I’ve so regrettably caught, is now coursing threw my veins. I’ve tried hard to deny myself entrance into this boring world of debt, labor, and godawful misery. But as it seems, I am just like everyone else. I awake in the morning. I stress over the days good tidings. I kick my shoes off at night, and then I press repeat.
It’s okay though. I’m not the only one living in this montserous reality.