Note to self.
It is fine if you feel as if you're a one woman band.
Marching in an imaginary parade.
On fucking Mars somewhere.
Its fine if one day you're a teflon don with unshakeable confidence and freedom. And the next day you cry for your mommy and daddy.
Its fine if you want to be modern day freedom fighter, mother of five and Disney pop princess all at the same damn time.
Its fine if half the time you don't have the answers and the other half you don't want to share them.
It's fine
Sometimes shit just doesn't make any sense.
None of it.
And sometimes, right once you think you've gotten it all figured out, the conclusions you came to just slip between your fingers like water. And try as you might to hold onto it your attempts prove futile and its gone. And you're left looking stupid trying to figure out if it ever really existed to begin with.
truths turn to curiosities
curiosities to questions
questions that lead to no definite answers.
And thats the end of it, in all its uncertain glory.
Life.
