Light Weight Chronicles

I’m just existing not living

I miss you. I always have and will. I saw you in a dream lastnight, woke up with tears streaming down my face. Your touch felt so real, warm and soft.

Has anyone ever had a hard time signing onto their Tumblr account thru a desktop web browser but you can still access it through the app on your phone?

I keep telling myself every year “this will be my year” or how I put things off to the next day only to keep putting it off. Someone once said if you scream something to the universe that’ll come true well here I go. I want to be happy I do not want to work in retail anymore. I want to pursue art, I don’t want to feel insecure by every Instagram I look at I want to feel secure and yet humble. I’ve always felt like I could do more in this world and I know I can I just do not give myself the opportunity to because I let every little thought of every insecurity I ever had growing up holding me back. it festers in your brain like a little demon telling you that “you’re not good enough so why bother try”. I want to try I want to succeed and not sulk anymore. 

My head is empty of thoughts.

Anyone ever asked themselves “I don’t think I can make it”