It’s been a while.
But the situation stay still.
Me. Questioning my self.
Doubting my self.
Regretting the thoughts I spit out of my lips.
Will I walk my talk?
Am I what they thought I would be?
All the “when will I do blah blah?”
Will I be alone? All the scary thoughts
Or should I befriended with that worst expectation?
I wish I could live for tomorrow. Like if today is Sunday and tomorrow’s the last Monday I will ever experience. So no regret over anything. I’m just tired.
