and i claim i’m not excited with my life anymore. so i blame this town, this job, these friends; the truth is it’s myself. and i’m trying to understand myself and pinpoint where i am. when i finally get it figured out, i’ve changed the whole damn plan.
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.