There are so many days I want to give up, break things, smash faces, scream and shout right back. I hold my tongue. Some days I break down. Here living another persons dream and failing at it. Not having a chance to do my own thing and suffering quietly for it. I know everyone says this, but I’m not like everyone. Independent. Free-spirited. Humanitarian. Vision driven. Mostly, misunderstood. Just not interested in where I’m at now and what I’m currently doing. Mid life crisis maybe? Lol. Retreating back to my “unemotional non-speaking self”.


There’s one thing I’ve learnt about people lately, and that is, if they really wanted to reach out to you, they would find a way. No excuses given.
When someone starts giving excuses, take the hint.