maybe it's me, afterall.

i don't have the best solutions to many of my problems.
in fact, most of the time i don't have solutions at all.

maybe winging it IS the best solution,
or maybe one day it'll all be gone,
and i'll be there, just like how i started.

so it's ok, and then it wasn't.

missed out something i was supposed to do,
and went crazy overthinking about it.

and now i have this tugging feeling
that somewhere, something is going to go wrong.

very wrong.

if only i can figure out what.
or who.

i think it's a who.

i'm hoping it won't be you.

makes you so blind.

going back in soon.
the break's been fun.

next week's gonna be late nights,
outfield nights.

here's to hoping everything turns out alright.
you know, with the seven month and all.




and thank you,
for letting me know I was right about myself all along.
and no longer doubting,
but learning.

maybe it'll be you.

maybe.

here's to hoping everything turns out alright.

never satisfied

that's how we're born to be.
never satisfied.

because we always want more.

maybe what we need,
was never what we wanted.