January 2015. The first of many surgeries was coming up…
And I told myself “self, if you can’t fucking come to grips with what’s happening in your life THIS YEAR. Then by 2016, you, self, are going to stop overthinking things, stop letting your mind defeat your life, and you’re going to pick up weight lifting, fast walking (cause everyone loves to look like they have to take a shit while walking) or even, straight up JOGGING.
Here it is. December 2015, and if last nights words and mindfuck didn’t clue me in then last nights dreams did.
My mind is DONE. I can’t wrap my head around anything anymore.
So I went for my first jog today…and now I wish that I was still jogging….instead of sitting here writing this post.
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