“Not everything is a blessing”. What some don’t understand is that our perspectives are different. Yes, I seem happy, but always tired, the blessing in that is that my full energy is not always required. I can sit down and just be admired, or convert time to a blessing and learn how to be handy with pliers. Life is how you want it to be, even if it’s all really fake or make believe. I’ll continue to count the blessings I acquire while others wish to get out of their pit full of fire.

I promise to change, I promise to stop, I promise to embrace, Not even two days, I hear the same thing, the only difference is we both have aged. I promise to be nice I promise to think twice I promise I won’t say things out of despite. It’s been three more years, The books start collecting dust, Where is the girl that would always read and why am I now just feeling lust? I promise to be. . . I promise to. . . . to. . . Start promising that to myself instead of expecting it from you.