There is a crack in my sister's window. I am sleeping right under it. It's December by the way.
I have lost my well laid out path, friends. I know it's still there, I've just lost it. I am in no great rush to find it again though (or that's what I am telling myself so I won't stress out).
Truthfully, I would like people to be proud of me. I would like them to think nice things, but it's really not about me. I am too disgustingly selfish. I need to snap out of this funk.
This may have been the craziest year of my life. That may be why I am so confused. Terrible and wonderful things happened. It's still proving to be crazy, I guess it likes how silly its' been. I hope this year is proud of itself because I sure still don't know what to think. I hope next year straightens up and it should be warned that I am expecting it to be a little more mature than its' predecessor.
Goodnight.
I hope I do not wake up with icicle hands and blue toes.
1 comment:
Try to start small. I think I'm guilty and trying to make too many changes at the start of a new year. Expecting too many things out of it. The year does not like that, it is just too much pressure, so it gives me a hard time.
Just focusing on a few small things at a time is much better.
Also, I'm proud of you. You graduated from college in 4 years. It took me six. ;)
Don't think you have to have everything figure out (ever).
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