So today, I decided to spit out some word vomit. Don't worry I'm not going down the Cady Heron/Regina George highway. Think about this as a more personal and casual post. A friend talking to a friend. Something a little more easygoing and unfiltered unlike my fictional, poetic and well-curated posts. This is more of me and my thoughts spilling. Just spilling.
Its gentle pitter-patter against my bedroom window brings me back to how I used to sneak out of our house just to spend a night with you at the park. You’d be in your usual graphic tee with that snapback worn backwards and a smile across your lips. You’d bring a bag of fries and we’d talk endlessly about random things until the sky shows faint cracks of light and we’d hurriedly head back hoping nobody noticed our little crime.
Adulting is no joke. Whoever said that turning twenty-something meant the era of "having things figured out" was definitely on a daze. Mad Hatter crazy if you ask me! No wonder Peter Pan ran off to Neverland! But don't get me wrong. I like my days productive and I always find myself looking for something to do but then again there are times when stress becomes a wee bit too much to bear.