I DEDICATE THIS TO THE PEOPLE

who have stopped in once a year.. Hey, how's it going?! We have a few things in common?
Someone told me yesterday that I need to prioritize scheduling time for writing.
It pissed me off. Actually, it put me into a full blown meltdown.
WHO AM I?! WHAT AM I DOING?! HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING?! WHERE AM I GOING?!

I can't pinpoint the reason, but the reason is probably because I'm stressed out, busting my butt, hustling like crazy, that I felt attacked.
So I cried for hours, questioned my existence, and again.. floated to a space right above my body, watching this sad girl try to figure out what her mind was trying to tell her.

I'm at a very weird point in my life where I'm trying to identify myself, for myself. Except, I feel like I never have the time to do so.. and making time just seems so, MINE. I wanna do whatever the fuck I want, when I want, and having someone tell me what to do, feels wrong.. BUT, am I running out of time? Is this actually a warning?!

Every once in a while, I come back here and I tell you, this time it'll be different. I'll post more. I'm back to blog. Let's do this.

Would you believe me if I said it now?



Play this song if you wanna feel things.

When morning comes again
I have the loneliness you left me
Each day drags by
Until finally my time descends on me
I go to sleep, sleep

I'll post more.

Xo