the girl and the grey

There’s this this distraction that eats at me, my time, by brain. Makes me atrophy as a person. Makes me retreat, sleep too much, is all consuming. And I can’t help but revel in it. To click around facebook pages and presume about people I’ll never know.

There’s this version of me that avoids this altogether. The girl who:
- She eats nourishing meals, without overdoing it, without jumping at every chance to guzzle sugar.
- Her sleep schedule is consistent - 8hrs a night like clockwork.
- Who exercises, with pleasure, without excuse, because that’s what makes her strong.

She doesn’t get these strange, brain killing, buzzing headaches. Directly correlated to my lack of movement.

I don’t know, I’ve had these conversations with myself a billion times. All I need to do is open a fucking word document and rearrange some words into a compelling pattern - something I’m really quite good at.


Sent 12 months to the future, from February 12th, 2017 via FUTUREME.ORG

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