Sometimes, you start the war and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you let someone else start the war. Sometimes there is no war. I remember caring, but eventually, somewhere along the line (I do know where) I stopped. There was a time when things were so different and all I wanted is everything I have now. I used to dream of money, a good job, vacations, a nice car, amazing clothes, sweet...
My mom called the other day to ask me what I wanted for my birthday. It was at that moment that I realized my birthday was 2 weeks away and I had completely forgotten about it. That was weird. I’m so busy I forgot about my own birthday.
i manage to stay up until 4 a.m. reading a ridiculously good fantasy novel but I cannot focus longer than a few seconds on this wretched public relations essay. clearly i should have gone to college for fantasy novel reading, rather than public relations.
I wake up feeling separate from myself; alienated. This isn’t who I want to be, but that is out of my control right now. So I keep drifting.