I have been saying the same shit for years. Every other month, I’m in love. And every month after I’m trying to find some deep meaning to some shallow experience that I hoped would change my life. I guess I need to learn to love life or make the life I want so I can break the cycle of naught. Its all a big lie. Just a big excuse to postpone my dreams.
Doggone dreams deferred….
You can’t just let em lie dormant. Can’t they come true?