Life is a series of stories that never finish.
Half ended sentences
Conversations that…
Like that.
People who come into your life only to leave when it doesn’t serve them or you anymore.
That’s what life is.
It’s messy.
It’s funny.
It’s painful.
It doesn’t make sense for the most part and when it does the shoe is dangling in the air getting ready to drop.
I’ve watched the same show over and over again.
I’ve made the same mistake multiple times.
You’d think I would have learned by now.
Or
maybe you aren’t thinking about me at all.
You’re thinking of you and that’s fine, because we have to look out for ourselves.
It’s 3am and all I want to do is sleep but I just wrote this since it was in my head.
