Truths
Sometimes I like to creep on myself to try to find myself. Does that make any sense? Somewhere down the road, something changed. I want to know what did and how. I want to remind myself of how I was before.
I’m pretty sure 75% of people around my age is depressed and that’s including me. It’s hard to admit you’re depressed and even harder when you’re prideful/hardheaded. It’s an endless battle between trying to distinguish being depressed or being lazy. I end up being in a static position trying to figure that out. Then I get angry at myself for wasting more time. LOL. JEEZ. I think I’m at a point in my life where I’m done trying to distinguish the two. That’s just going to take more time and WHO THE FUCK knows when I will find the answer. I just gotta own up to what I’ve done and just move forward. Just keep swimming like Dory said.
Late night thoughts. Man I haven’t been on here for a while. Lmao. I guess this will serve as my little diary. My shit ain’t popping anyways!
I would have written a lot more buttttttt I’m getting exhausted just thinking about this shit LOL.
Good night to whoever you are.
