Livid. Never lived it.
No more I-thinks and maybes. No more misconceptions or second-guessing. This is real. More real than anything I’ve ever known. I just wish it wasn’t. I wish it were just all in my head. Something I’ve conjured up from all the thinking I do. Even a big fat possibility would be better but not in any way the reality.
I woke up. I told myself to do it so many times in the past when I had these “moments”, but I never did. But this time - this time I actually did. Does this really mean I’ve finally given up?
A post after 132 weeks. Loser.
I woke up. I told myself to do it so many times in the past when I had these “moments”, but I never did. But this time - this time I actually did. Does this really mean I’ve finally given up?
A post after 132 weeks. Loser.