I am so tired. It’s like the ocean’s current is just carrying me through the day. Each blink is a desperate cry for
Being awake hurts.
I want to rest. I want to feel free to cry. I want to be at home laying in bed and watching Netflix for the next 6 months. I want my guitar and my lyrics. I want to sing at the top of my lungs…
But I can’t.
And that scares me.
Everything scares me.
I haven’t wanted to go home more than I do right now.