Kimberly

Don’t you feed me lines about some idealistic future. Your heart won’t heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.

“I’ve pushed away the dreams 
And spoiled the quiet
I’m propelled by fear
And not the righteous
So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky” -citylights.umbrellas.

Looking back, so much has changed. It’s inspiring, to see that things can change so drastically for the better, but also incredibly unnerving. Could it get so drastically worse as well?

I think so many young adults can relate to feeling a bit petrified at our age. the world is daunting, and yet noone really has any set guidelines. In school, there were directions, a set way to do a project or paper. I’m finding it hard to now have to ‘make my own’, with the most important project there is: Life.

I feel as though my life has been put into a giant blender. With frgaments torn and strewn everywhich way. rifling through friendships, career choices, losing, missing, places of residence, love. And all of the experiences just seem so ambiguous. I often start to wonder: How did i get here?

Everything happens for a reason, right? And life will sort itself out? Does this really happen or do you just give into expectations and standards. Because I’d really love not to have my life driven by standards.

Do you just eventually get numb to all of the shit handed to you? 

I’d really appreciate a life syllubus right about now. a bullet list, atleast. with all of the things i’d like to do and exactly how to get there wih the resources i have. or maybe i’ll just stay up all night, and think it through some more.