is do-able.
i feel like lately i have no magic in my life, no wonder or even hope. it might be a phase where im just stale, but i remember when i could ignore the pile of shit the day handed to me and wonder off to the park to swing for a few hours past midnight or wave at the gorgeous stranger who had been staring at me, or at the very least, wake up early and be excited to have a day ahead of my feet.
it's no ones fault. everyones jaded, i know that... but fuck, really? fucking really? i dont know what qualifies someone to be an adult aside from the age factor, but if this is what happens then shoot me now, because i have nothing left to look foward to anyways. maybe it's just disapointment and the disapointment in knowing that i will always be disapointed. maybe its me being cynical and... i dont know, lousy. fuck. maybe this is the best thing thats ever happened to me and i can finally stop looking for rays of sunshine and unicorns and take everything for what it is.
i wish i believed in anything.