another day..

January 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

I hate feeling like time is an intangible objects quickly slipping through my fingers, as if I should be grasping every moment, yet I just let it go. I feel like I am missing out on some sort of magical moment every time a day passes me by. I feel like there is this whole other world just out of reach, another me I just can’t reach. This confinement is the most frustrating thing I’ve ever had to deal with. I think its this gin an tonic, of New years resolutions and all the hopeless projects.

That’s it, THIS YEAR IS GONNA BE DIFFERENT!!

just wait and see.

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