sorry but it’s 1 am and I feel some type of way, a yearning for a more simple time in my life when I wasn’t on the chase for something and was 100% unsure of my self but just kicked back and headed into the unknown, when I had a boyfriend by my side who wasn’t at all what I wanted and I’m unsure if I ever loved, but who I spent spring and summer days drifting away with in his cute little suburban neighborhood, only a bus stop away from mine.
and now it’s all gone by so fast, and here I am 2-3 years later, still a little unsure of myself. the picture is clearer and the ride is rougher than I could’ve ever imagined. relationships and every other outcome got so much more intense and real that I felt compelled to build walls around myself. life is hard. flash forward another 2-3 years, and I imagine it’s only going to get harder. I just want to bathe in simplicity once in a while but there’s no real passion in there.