What i realized that I deserve, is something concrete. Something stable. Something that I can lean on when I'm tired. A passion I can strive for despite my lack of energy. The feeling of absolute contentment despite getting drained at the end of the day. Maybe it's not something I can take home, but something I can go home to.
The weekend seems so long ago.
I think I'm gonna do another 25 things. Later, though. I got shit to do.
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not in the seventh grade?
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