2 Years

That's what it takes for me to find writing again. 

No, that's the amount of time I've wasted by working odd jobs and giving
my mother constant headaches.

Sigh. At 27 and still not able to commit to shit.


Let's face it, I didn't have any clue what I'm doing then,
and I still don't.


Figuring shit out is just tiring. I give up trying, I'm just gonna
let it be.


Cheers to letting it be.

p/s: Letting go is way easier than trying to control every.single.fucking.thing.