“She can walk out anytime, anytime she feels that life has passed her by.”

It’s been a while.

A while and I just feel like, yes, life is merely passing me by. Nothing new here. Nothing gracious. Just 29 years on this planet. This veiled uncertainty of motherhood and sharing myself with a partner. And pain. Bitchiness and psychological -mostly self-inflicted- pain.

The questions everyone must have at some point. Will I be remembered? If that’s the case, What for?


Better to lay down to sleep. Let’s see what makes me tick tomorrow enough to get up,

Usually is just that I get tired of the bed.