For now, what I want…
I wanna go back to the days when I earned my own money, when my rent was paid on time and if for some god-awful reason not, I knew I had only myself to blame. To the days when I always had food in my fridge and didnt have to hide from my roommate or escape to a friend’s place for the whole weekend just to have something to eat. To the time when my social circle was full and abundantly blessed with real, genuine people, and not a handful of snot-nosed trust fund babies who have no clue what real life is. I want to go back, but realize that what was will never be again. That what is, is still in progress. And that what will be, remains to be seen. So I’ll wish in one hand and shed tears in the other and see which one fills up first.
