Now.
For some reason I can’t seem to stop thinking about a certain someone this weekend. And I feel disgusted because it just reminds me of the two months I was off the market and with some boy who was totally wrong for me. I can’t explain how much I hate that boy now, so obviously this can’t be the same thing all over again. Once was more than enough.
And I have to stop blaming my mother for my procrastination and playing the victim to some tragedy I’m not living. There was never anything stopping me from doing what I wanted. I just wanted to feel some struggle that would make my life significant and meaningful. But not everything has to be a struggle. Not everything has to have meaning. I can’t take this self-inflicted depression anymore. It’s crazy.
YOLO is fucking overrated, but it’s the one thing giving me courage right now.
I’m going to jump.
