Leave my mind. Plastic girl. You’re clear surface. Find some right values in life. I don’t care about your fragile fake charisma. Find your core. Get your shit together.
The days where you feel like a fucking loser and really can’t do anything about it. You want to improve yourself that you can do everything you possibly can to run away from the past but you still have the desire to escape from everything and everyone. You want to scream and cry and at the same time you want to show the whole world that you are ready to life the perfect little life of yours. You know how to run away from your demons but your old habits are knocking on your dark little mind saying that they’re ready to take over control. It’s evil. It hits you right in the face.
Many thoughts have flown through my head. What should I expect of myself in the new year? What can I do better? In what areas can I sharpen my skills? I feel good. Balanced and grateful in a way where a few glasses of wine feels sufficient because I know there is a new day waiting tomorrow. A day I look forward to. So what about my New Year’s resolutions? They skipped. Why should I make up requirements and rules when my happiness feels like the purest heroin. I’m happy for God’s sake.