I can smell the fresh, crisp morning air coming through the window behind my bed. Tempted to hop on my bike for a ride on the river walk, but sadly I like being in my bed too much.
My world is caving in and I dwell.
Patience. Waiting for all of this bullshit to subside and be over with.
So many things I want to do. Things I could do. But I feel constantly weighed down by nonsense.
Just do. Go do it. Something. Find happiness because you’re too young to be this bitter. Too adventurous to feel this stuck.