I suppose it's a good mess.
I used to always complain about how boring my life was, and granted, it was in fact extremely boring. No friends who wanted to hang out, no extracurriculars, no volunteer jobs. These days I rarely find a day without something scheduled. When I was younger I would have loved that, but now, I don't know. I love all of the things I'm doing, but I rarely get me time outside the hours between 11:00PM-6:00AM. I have so much personal work I need to do with myself, and how can I with outside sources always changing what I'm doing and how I'm thinking? Thank god vacation is coming up. Don't get me wrong, I'll miss my best friends and my boyfriend like hell, but I need to breath without getting the feeling that I'm breathing in someone else's air. I only have about 12 free hours with which to pack for a two and a half week camping trip that I leave for in three days. I have my list ready, and it's mostly throwing things in tubs and deciding what books to bring. Or at least, that's what I try to tell myself. Shoutout to my anti-anxiety medication for keeping me on the rails this week tho. Have I mentioned my boyfriend yet? Because if I haven't, oh boy. Literally. ~Margo xx
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