Insideeee.

Trying to mold my future isn't easy when I have my goals constantly changing, and my mind constantly rearranging my priorities. It's almost as though I am growing up too fast for myself. It feels like too much for me to handle, and place a tight grasp on. The only aspects of my life that I cannot control are the only ones that I DO want to control. Oh well.


What it is, is what it do.

Ha.


Well IDK what else to say. I was inspired to write a poem or perhaps just a philosophical tidbit but I'm slacking..



Yours, with the greatest regards,

Sasha Butttt.