lifes too short
ive been given one week to sort my damn life out. before parting, tz told me that life’s too short to worry about where all the bitches are spreading their legs. whats important is to work on something that can make things better- to shift the gravity back to yourself.
i stopped reading tc so that i could have a balanced mind(not an emo fucked one) but somehow, it hasnt been easy getting life back on track. i have four days left and ive either ashamingly morphed into a stalker on somedays or somehow brilliantly managed to convince myself that life is good so lets ignore all the bad on other days.
i wonder how the remainding three days would work out.
