Jun 2, 2015
I wake up most mornings confused about where I should roam next. What my goal for the day is and what I want for myself. I lack the motivation but not the means and I guess that means I’m lazy. I should probably exert some effort to become who I want to be but fear still drives my being. That is to say, I am afraid for some awful reason, that maybe the people I have found comfort in will not like who I become, and thus not like who I dream to be.
