There's people I'll always remember and there's people I'd rather forget... But in my mind you're borderline... Just a blurry silhouette.
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets and one another breathe...
So… I haven’t just written and vented for awhile.
Lately it’s been hitting me more and more that I need to make a decision with my life.
The decision being “kids”.
I keep questioning my purpose in the world. Am I really meant to procreate?
Or is being childless best for my mental and physical health?
Basically I’m having a fucking quarter-life crisis on the daily at this point and I’m terrified.
One part of me loves this independent, free, and mildly careless life. I mean shit… I’m free to travel, work, and enjoy life without any real commitments (And I kind of like that.)
Another part of me is craving some sort of purpose… some sort of mark to be left on this planet… a reason to be alive…
I guess right now I’m just hopeful that time/fate decides it for me (Because I apparently can’t decide 100% either way and it pisses me off).
If anyone gets to this point of the post… thank you for being here to read my thoughts. 🙂
You flatter with half-truths and manipulate with lies... Only to get yourself between some sad girl's thighs...
You burnt down our bridge and left me with nowhere to go... Now I stand in the embers with white ashes falling slow.