So this is it, huh?
Every morning I repeat the same old tired routine. But there's supposed to be more for me, I know there is.
Your 20's isn't your regular old 20's anymore. I remember being a kid when my sisters were in their early 20's I thought they were so big and lived exciting lives. They looked like nothing could slow them down, not the world, not themselves NO ONE.
Yet here I am, 22... trying to fly.
I want to ask them how'd they make life look so wonderful.
Because right now I could fill a whole room with my thoughts if anyone ever knew.