jeo-party

getting it together April.
is what I tell myself,
but then again I am always trying to get it together, and usually I fail.
Or I claim I fail,
but really I am not really failing.
I get by , just fine.

others are far worse.

but you know,
I could be better.
or could I be better?

Why can I never accept that maybe my life is okay.
that for a moment I could stop and rest.
that having time for a moment, feeling like there is nothing I have to do,
is OK.

that I can relax.
that I work hard,
that my days are long.
that my shoulders hurt.
that the weekend is coming
and I will feel like doing things then.

owl you need is love?

Sundaying.
Thinking too much day, you know.
He's still on my mind.
Even though ....
Well, Rome was not built in a day.


Friday night was weird. Sometimes I feel like of those around me, want me sometimes.
And I don't mean in a cocky way.
But I smile, because it feels good.
But I don't think I want any of them,
But I work hard to keep their interest.
Which makes no sense