I’ll try really hard not to fuck up my life.
I have been aimless for a moment that is longer than brief. When does this aimlessness deserve my attention? When do I sit down and say sternly to myself “Listen, this is what you have to do.” When do I think. When do I find myself?
I am just a little girl dressing up in clothes and walking around this apartment as if I pay for it myself. I am scared. Why the fuck do I think I can answer any of my own questions?