dean. my bestfriend. for nothing but our quiet times on the couch, shooting off commentary about mundane things.
more money. for i’ve realised how it cages you in and completely makes you hopeless against what you want to do, and what you cant. for so many people.
serenity. for the chaos within me has been going on too long. there is quiet, at times. but it always seems short lived, and its as though im waiting for something else. and im tired now, for being on my toes.
love. that is pure and complete. one that consumes me entirely, for all the right reasons. without an ending. without an excuse.
i need: to stop bitching.