you cant handle it.

Slipping into mediocrity? Slipping into a very routined life? I feel like I'm giving up the best years of my life, my youth, my health.. To something that may not even work in the years to come. It is extremely tedious to work towards a goal that seems so far fetched. What if I'm just a dreamer with dreams too big and too unreal? Have we reached the crossroads? Scrolling through IG insta stories and wondering how on a Friday night, my friends are out and about. Like legit having a life. But here I am just well snuggled under my comforter. I do not have any plans for any thing besides work now. Idk how to feel about that. All I know is that I'm spiraling down this hole again & I must work even harder to stop myself from falling in too deep. Maybe this is what real exhaustion feels like.

I can't wait for our trip. We both need a break so bad. I can't wait for it beeboo.