I can’t do this anymore.
No, I don’t. It’s not like I’m working some dead end job and doing nothing with my life.
I work at a place I love, doing something I love where I have a lot of opportunity to grow. On top of that, I am still writing and have projects for me to do to further my future in that aspect.
She may contain the urge to run away
But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
Life is easier when you say “fuck it.”
Life is easier when it’s the life you want.
No excuses. FUCK consequences.
Cry. But make it an adventure.
You are the author to your life, or some shit like that. You can live however you want to live. Your favorite story can be a reality. You can live any plot you write.
Or maybe that’s just my dream.
Is that immature? “Fuck it”
I dun care, fuck it.