im sorry for not being active much here. i will make it up to you by making a poem rn (yes on the spot; with current emotions i am feeling) — today is another day, barely hanging by a thread tomorrow is another one and i fear it’s something that i dread. a day off of work may seem like enough but for me it isn’t because to me this job is rough. yes i am happy i make money and i’m happy to have a home but this isn’t the life i want i want a better one to call my own. i’m in college now something i never thought would be true but i tell you right now it’s been amazing and it’s the easiest thing, i promise it’s true. i have found reasons to keep going when everything feels overwhelming at times but i never once thought it would be like this it’s still strange to call these achievements as mine. work, school, relationships, and friends feels like a lot to handle but it’s actually the party that never ends. because one day i will make it out of this state that has become my prison. and i will have a job worth my time and the meaning behind it is my reason. for one day i will meet individuals who are incarerated without proof i cant explain this right now but i will eventually tell it to you. today is a day worth holding onto when everything feels incredibly dull so don’t forget there is a saying; it’s worse to think of a cup half empy, when it’s actually quite full