Sometimes Superwoman needs a break.
I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. I love being 25. I embrace adulthood. Half the time I feel or wish I were older, but in general I like where I am. That isn’t to say though I don’t get overwhelmed with all the responsibility I shoulder. Cause I damn sure do. I slipped up and smoked a couple times in the last week. Even now I’m craving a cigarette. It’s such a bad habit. I know. What worries me even more is the fact that I’ve caught myself wanting to do some of the things I tried in my early 20s. No bueno.
The notion of being carefree seemed like a lifetime ago. I know it won’t always be like this — the way I’m feeling now — I’m just hoping it doesn’t get worse before it gets better.
I need an ally. I need a partner. I need my village.
I’ll just settle for someone I can talk to and be 100 percent straight with and not ever feel confused.