Romiva

In the end, the conversation is not just shaped by the person who speaks. The conversation is shaped by the person who listens or does not listen. And you can not control that. 

They whisper their lies so loud I cannot hear my thoughts. 

Do not mistake procrastination for patience.

I am drinking wine. Alone. I just poured the rest of that one bottle in my glass. I feel somewhat frustrated. What if this is not enough. Well. I have whiskey. Good one. That my dad gave me. But wait. What if it is not enough? enough for what? This is absurd. I am ridiculous. 

I guess I am back. It feels like going back in time.

Such strange time we live in.

I have lost myself on the way to adulthood. I learned things that I did not want to learn. This growing up process made my emotions and feelings numb. And “begin an adult” is not my end goal. Now I am just holding onto memories to save this vibrant moments of childhood.