“…maybe I’ve been spending too much time with the locals, but I want them to be grateful for being seen.”
It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
Before I knew it, I had an abundance of debt. An overwhelming, unrealistic amount of debt. A debt that had enough 0’s it seemed to belong to Oprah. But it was all mine.
There’s only one word that I know is in the definition of burnout. Scared.
“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”
I’m tired of this vicious internal cycle of unrealistic expectations, ultimate failure, abuse. I have the whole damn society to do that for me, and here I am, doing the work. Typical.
I feel home where they are
I have lost a lot of friends in my short twenty three years. I’ve detached myself from a […]
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When I hit the pavement, I feel like I’m flying. It’s the one time of the day that I feel the most like myself.