How often do I have to stumble and sink before I learn how to make this shit actually work.
Don't get me wrong, I know how the saying goes learn to walk before you run, but fucking hell it's been years and I'm getting tir. No. I AM tired. Tired of myself. Tired of the snail paced fucking rat race monotony of everything.
Time really does have this weird way of speeding past you so quick you feel like you've living in slow motion. It feels like you should still be 18 with no answers and just dreams, and that should have been only three or four years ago, right ?
Until you see a picture of a school friend and her daughter on social media and you don't realise it's her daughter at first because wasn't she just born? How has it been nearly a decade and I'm still so stagant. I've been moving like that machine that leaks oil and is forced to just continuosly scoop and scoop it's only source of sustenance.


















