stress stress stress stress stress
I’m going to have my birthday alone on a strange continent
I will be living paycheck to paycheck with no fallback and the cost of living is WAY HIGHER
I AM A MOSQUITO MAGNET, THEY WILL DESTROY ME
E X P E N S I V E
AND I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE STILL
maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the memory of the look on your face when I last looked into it, in person. I miss you more than ever babyboy. but I can’t give in to the feeling. I need to stay strong and independent. at least for just a bit longer. I can’t let myself make the same mistakes I made before, melting so fast into the high of a teenage romance with you, as if happiness can be won through dreams alone.
I won’t be safe in anyone’s arms but my own. even when I touch down at the airport across the ocean, I will land and walk on my own two feet. I might love you near and far, for ever and further, but I have to grow up. priorities. the future. reality. maybe we’ll grow old together and maybe we won’t. but I want to be able to say that I was living for myself. because I’ve been neglecting myself for a long time, and this trip is for me and building a happiness for myself, and I mustn’t ever forget that.