I wish I could be more normal. I wish I didn’t feel like I was living on borrowed time. I wish I looked at my life like I surely have years and years and years to accomplish things and enjoy them. I wish feeling like life is too short meant I always go for exactly what I what, not that I want to hold back because I don’t want to get exactly what I want only to leave it behind. Or that I want to hold back because I’m afraid that having what I want means the good life can’t possibly last that much longer.
It’s fucked up.
Here, here. I could C&P this in my own blog. *le sigh* It is fucked up, very.
Here’s to hoping tomorrow brings something awesome.
Cheers!