And I’m just like all you other souls out there. Trying to figure out what the hell it is I’m meant to do down here. It’s not an easy thing to do; I don’t even know where to start. People try and shape me, and they mask it by telling me to ‘follow your heart.’ I haven’t yet figured out the language which it speaks, but I do promise daily to listen when it weeps. I’m actually glad I have no guide. I believe they only try their way. I need to learn how to make mistakes, I need to first stray away. It’s my time to climb towers, to party hard, to make it through. I’m going to stop allowing people to consume my thoughts because what are thoughts to me, but a threat to creating memories? Bid me goodbye because I’ve finally chosen to live. I dare you to choose to wake up. We all know a life without crazy adventures, is a life without moments to laugh at.
xx
B
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