When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.
Welcome home, it’s been so long.
22 has to be one of the most stagnant ages of my life so far, and I’m aware of it too. I’d have short bursts of inspiration, and then I find myself at a stand still. I lose momentum way too easily with my goals (long term and short term). It’s all mental too. I’ve never had such a lack of discipline before either. Seriously fuck this. I’m too young yet too old to NOT be progressing in life. Keep it together, self..
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.