At least I am not keeping a countdown anymore.
Being an adult is overrated.
It's not just about being positive it's about letting myself feel what I feel.
I don't know what this weekend has in store for me. Perhaps more boiled rice.
I don't know if I'm building or tearing down at this point because I feel like I am doing both at the same time.
I think of life as one long to-do list.
There can only be roads that are not yet taken. These days it's so hard to find those.
To put it lightly, I am going to attempt to make a meal out of my depression.
My life is a series of awkward introductions and incomplete monologues
I always thought luck was this huge scam that I wanted to steer clear of. It's hard though, it's hard not to give in to your insecurities.