Even though I don't have to.
I can't take certain kinds of Magnesium because it relaxes some of my digestive track too much. Must find a gentler version.
Bananas and avocadoes aren't friends with me anymore; almonds are on thin ice.
I take things too literally.
As a social media addict, I don't actively participate in my own life.
I need to drink more water.
I don't take control where I can.
I'm too easily destroyed.
My album died; I only have three unscathed pieces left to work with. Since they were not my favorites, I do not have any idea what they're supposed to look like. I only knew what the album would look like. Better figure that out soon.
I applied for a new job last night. Filed my taxes like an absolute beginner (never made enough to file before).
My life is about to be swallowed by the 40hr work-week beast that everyone else has already so calmly surrendered to. It's abnormal, I'm told, to have not been absorbed by it by now. I should've been here several years ago.
At 22, a precious few stuffed animals I can't let go of still watch me sleep at night.
I have more jobs on the brain to apply for once I get off work tomorrow.
In my core, I believe I'm about to disappear like all my friends.
And it has to be okay.
There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was from the hand of God. -Ecclesiastes 2:24 KJV