I feel like reality checks are becoming more and more a part of my life. I'm so busy trying to juggle everything that the simplest, most innate instincts go right over my head. And it's so discouraging. All I want to do is add on to my never ending to do list but I neglect the commitments I have already made to chase after new exciting ones. I'm inconsiderate and selfish, but I promise I'm going to work on it.
Being incarcerated sucks.
No, not in the state penitentiary sense.
Worse- my mother.
No, not in the state penitentiary sense.
Worse- my mother.
