i might regret it buti'mgrowingold.
i can't dread the days i'm supposed to enjoy.
i can't keep dreading the days
i'm supposed to
"what are you working
what's your end goal?
saving up for a house or car?
marriage or for your
caught meoff guard.
asked questions i
theanswers toyet. you
when youleft. what am i doing this all
exactly am i trying so hard. those
taking laps in my headever
"i never knew what
game you were playing, but i always had to keep score. sometimes you were
sensitive and critical. after the storm, the calm would come. in the
form of reassurance and splendid gifts of adoration. a fight
meant a cuddle later. my tears falling signposted to remorse and
your apologies. there was this pattern with you. bitter then
sweet. cold then hot. always keeping me on my toes, until i
decided to stop."
sometimes in the face
of adversity you crumble. sometimes it takes
too much out of you to remain strong. sometimes your
environment takes too much of a toll on you.
okay to not blame myself for things i can't control. sometimes i
can go easy on myself for wasting another day away. sometimes i do just
need to eat junk and binge watch dr who to make myself feel
sometimes a nap in
the afternoon is warranted without the excuse of a hectic
morning. sometimes tough
love isn't enough. sometimes i
need to parent myself in a way that i was not
take it day by day. that's what i've always done.
and it's the only thing that always worked.