This world is terrible and going fast. I don’t think I ever gave myself a chance. I’ve kind of known what I could and couldn’t do. But I don’t think I’ve ever actually believed in myself. I’ve never invested in me. I don’t really know how…
Waking to stale tastes and impatient faces,
praying for endurance and small graces,
I trudge through a typical revolution of this rock
with my grievances and discomforts in tow,
seeing no discernible end in sight,
and hoping for a change.
it must get annoying living in the south with all those banjos constantly playing
Honestly just so much in this life that frustrates me. Losing sleep and sanity over just about everything.
I’m ding something about it.
I’m DOING something about it.
I’m the only one that can.