An afternoon trash
This year's been 3 months away, and it's been suck already, I got the worst battle against my own self. I got too many questions. I got too many things to get done.
Well, a quarter-life crisis maybe? Or just me being weak and weaker each day,
I'm exhausted, mentally, phisically, and emotionally.
I may know what I did wrong, and I just lay there with no struggle to get it fixed, hoping there'll be a miracle, then complaining why there's not any? Hahahaha, shoot!
I'm asking:
Myself, am I being too hard on you? Or I dont push you enough instead?
What's wrong?
And my other self replying:
All I know is I need a hug right now, I'll mind the rest later.
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