Things are kind of hard right now.
I just turned 22, which I guess is cool… But really, I don’t think it’s very cool.
Just on the way to getting old- which is scary on its own. But even scarier because it never feels like I’ll actually have all my shit together.
I know I’m just putting too much pressure on myself, as I’m sure we all do.
I heard if you say that 3 times looking into a mirror; nothing will happen.
At least I still have my sense of humor. Ha ha ha.
I’m really bad at checking my mail, you know, one of those things that adults kind of need to do.
(Bohemian Rhapsody just came onto my Spotify station)
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
I’ve been painting a lot recently, I’m getting better.
I used to be so creative that I would make art on accident.
But then again, don’t we all make art?
Guess it depends on how you look at things, just gotta remember that it’s not always pretty.
But it can mean something.
I don’t know what to do….
Like, with my life.
I can’t even remember any of my own fucking passwords.
I’m terrible at reversing.
My attention span is shorter than one of a goldfish.
But I absolutely hate taking my medication.
It makes me feel like…. Not me?
I love me, even though I’m a hot mess at times.
And I always over-season my food.
Hardly ever put my clothes away, whether they’re clean or dirty.
But I have a big heart!
And I can laugh at myself, a little too well.
I’m quick witted, even though it gets me into trouble at times.
It’s far too late for me to be sitting in my bed with the lights off,
(My apartment is like a cave).
I must get up.
Thanks for reading, whoever you are.
P.s. The world is a scary place. Luckily, none of us are alone.