you know how some people just inevitably have the worst luck when it comes to certain things? it’s kind of like that for me, except it applies to everything and hasn’t got to do with bad luck but rather my own initiative.
I know that I’m the problem. I really do know that.
I know that if I change certain things about myself and the way I think, many, if not all, of the things I do would change for the better.
I can’t even muster up the initiative to write a more inspired blog post than this. as someone once told me, there’s really no point in asking me to do anything because I’ll always fail.
what I would give for a cuddle with my dog
does it ever kill you when you make conversation with the person youve been looking forward to talking to the entire day and they just kinda brush you off
Finally someone has put this into words
too true, too true
an implosion. that’s what it felt like.
and when everything started caving in, it got so hard to see but easier to feel.
towards the end, I thought about you and it made me feel calmer.