When you look in the mirror who do you see? Do you see the same person you imagine yourself to be?
I know I don’t. I find myself staring into my eyes trying to find out who I really am. Maybe there is something wrong with my id. I have no idea what I’m doing in my life and sometimes it’s just hard to take a deep breath and tell myself that it will be fine. There is no way to stop myself from thinking it will be only worse.
I don’t call it pessimism I call it my life.
There is only one thing that makes me equal out, but she’s not here. Next year will make me feel much better to have her around.
