Two.

I suppose that this is what youth is all about, this whole that-was-definitely-a-mistake-but-I-definitely-don't-regret-it feeling.


I think I sometimes forget to remember to be young. I sometimes forget to be okay with myself. Yeah, I don't think I'm going to finish the novel -- it's just been too crazy of a month, honestly. But I'm going to try. "I keep forgetting to put 'focus' on my to-do list."


I have writer's block.
All my love,
Addy

Insomnia.

I try to wake up every morning and be a good person and be happy and optimistic and ready to be so alive, but I'm so terribly human and I can't seem to always be perfect and I don't know why I feel upset or why I can't sleep or why I don't want to talk to so many people I admired and called my friends, plus I'm not sure if love only exists in fairy tales (or '80's movies) or what to do with myself and my shoulders are sore and I'm just trying my very best and hoping that's sufficent.


Post number 200.
All my love,
Addy