People don’t seem to realize it, but our 20s are the years our dreams are wrung out of us — we’re slowly drained while working our part time “only for now” jobs until we give in and settle for a life of mediocrity. Don’t do it. Fight it. Fight for the life you truly want
Tonight I find myself curled up under a soft plush blanket, unable to sleep. My heart is going eighty miles a minute. I am so in love that I don’t know what to do with myself. He makes me want to write poetry; something I gave up on long ago. But somehow he’s made the urge come creeping back in. I want to create new things, special sweet nothings. Mushy, overly-romantic poems.
Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby. Last night, I did things I’m not proud of and I got a little crazy. Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby. And I don’t even know his last name. My momma would be so ashamed. It started off, hey cutie where you from and then it turned into oh no, what have I done? And I don’t even know his last name.