i hate how people just expect that you’re going to finish school and get an office job and meet someone and settle down and have children and a dog and drive a mazda because i don’t want any of those things especially a mazda
I’m running again, I do this everytime. When something gets to be too much for me or I just don’t like it I run.Back to where ever I came from from whatever reason. And I call it starting over. Life is not a video game, I keep starting over and starting over and never actually getting anywhere. I’m doing all this work all these things to make me a stronger and better person but I have nothing to show for it. I feel empty inside lying to people about who I actually am. When in reality I’m just biding my time, waiting for something amazing to happen. What if it never does? No giant meteor is going to fall out of the sky and give my super powers, no super spider is going to bite me. I have to make it happen, I want to soar, to be happy, to have fun in my life. None of that is anywhere closed to being accomplished. I’m at this rut in my life again and I keep running back into it because I feel safe. Beneath all this bravery, this hero bravado, standing tall in the face of evil, lies a dormant little coward. I have to kill that coward.
