My problem is that I think too much. I overthink everything that crosses my path, everything that has crossed my path and everything that might cross my path in the future. I overthink yesterday, today and tomorrow. It’s a habit that is slowly tearing me apart. The past keeps me up at night because I feel like I should’ve done things differently at the time, the present worries me because I feel like I’m not doing it differently right now, and ultimately the future terrifies me because I’m scared I won’t be doing things differently in the future, either.
-It feels like a vicious circle; something I wrote last night. (via timbllr)
Super Fucking Jealous of people who’ve lived 21 years and have done something worth talking about.
I want to be able to say I’ve walked a beach and had waves of water brush my feet. I want to talk about the scar I got that time I cut myself climbing a gigantic ass oak tree or how I got poison ivy fumbling through the woods at 2 am so I could watch the sun come up from that perfect spot. I want to get lost on a road trip, go skinny dipping, dine and dash.
I just want to be alive and actually be living.