I woke up to myself - 2 years later and this is me, and nothing's different from me 2 years ago. Except I live in a somewhat boring part of town (Buckhead is boring and inconvenient, I don't care what anyone says), I make less money, have somewhat smaller boobs and thighs and an awful lot of ghastly tattoos. In certain terms, I am a little different.
This is me, 2 years later, unable to move from the spot life has put me in. It's somewhat unsettling when you confine yourself to a cubed life. I almost abruptly uprooted myself from it this year, except I lacked the cajones. Why? And here I am making fond of everyone who doesn't go after their dream. I've settled for normalcy and hide my radical self underneath all these tattoos.
I'd like to believe me, 2 years into the future will be a little less predictable, would be me a lot more exciting, happier in herself and how far she's come. 2 years seems like such a long time to not have accomplished anything.
This is me, 2 years later, unable to move from the spot life has put me in. It's somewhat unsettling when you confine yourself to a cubed life. I almost abruptly uprooted myself from it this year, except I lacked the cajones. Why? And here I am making fond of everyone who doesn't go after their dream. I've settled for normalcy and hide my radical self underneath all these tattoos.
I'd like to believe me, 2 years into the future will be a little less predictable, would be me a lot more exciting, happier in herself and how far she's come. 2 years seems like such a long time to not have accomplished anything.
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