Waking up this morning was not very fun. Lately I’ve been craving a new life more and more with each passing minute. I guess taking that trip to Tampa during the weekend wasn’t so much a good idea as it seemed in the first place because for one thing I knew I had to come back home. It’s Monday now and all I can think about are how much my days are going to be better when I leave this place. Im 23 years old now and I just feel myself getting more and more anxious to just have some excitement for once in my life. You would think because I live in Louisiana close to New Orleans I wouldn’t have it so bad but honestly, I can’t stand New Orleans. My whole purpose for wanting to get out and start something new is to do exactly that, find my purpose. Everyday I think about this, and it’s gotten much worse since going to Florida and actually experiencing what there is to come. I do know one thing though, I will get there and I will accomplish all my dreams and much more but the number one thing is…Happiness.
Every Day Until That Day
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