Apr 15, 2017 21:55
Sometimes
I wish
he was happy.
I wish I could make him happy.
Not just temporary.
But happy with life,
with existence.
But c'est la vie.
I wish
we really could have a happy summer together.
I wish
I didn't feel like the burden was on me.
Everything requires responsibility these days.
Now that I'm grown up.
Clean. Cook. Wash. Make money.
Even having sex is a demand.
Another chore.
No wonder I don't have any sex drive.
LMAO
What a turn
this journal has taken
What 10 years can do!
In some ways
I don't feel that much different.
Like, no way was that really a decade ago.
In other ways
I can hardly remember
all the little things
that used to cause me such distress.
Thank god for that, I suppose.
This too shall pass
I suppose.