Most of them are only 4-6” long and I don’t even unravel them. They just go right in the trash. Which i feel terrible about, but it’s not like I’m ever going to use them if they sit in a drawer in my house.
Then a day turned into another day, then another day, then into a week, then into another week. Till I had months without any new dreams because I kept having only 3 hours of sleep every night.
EOven writing these words makes me uncomfortable. Thirty-six. Somehow, this number sounds much more serious than https://t.co/eB2vlNuvEX that day, I will turn thirty-six.
eptember 21st is getting closer, and I wish I could stop the calendar for a while.
This isn’t the life I imagined for myself, and some days, I don’t even recognize the person I’ve become. I just feel tired, empty, and desperately longing for a life that feels like mine again.