"The musings of a sick girl all drugged up on Nyquil."
That's what I would I would title this blog post if there were a spot for such a thing. Or I could just go ahead and call that the title, because fuck the site for trying to limit my ability to title things. Yeah.
I have orange juice and it is delicious.
On another note, I've been thinking a lot of about could have been vs. can be. It's hard to think about who you can be, the person you could be in the future, to seriously think about it and work toward it. It's even harder to stop dwelling on who you could have been.
Truth is, we all fuck up. A lot, even. We all could be different people had we not made certain decisions. But we can't keep focusing on that when the future is still there. The past is written in stone. The future isn't written at all.
Also, chocolate. I have a lot of chocolate. And Nyquil, obviously.
That's what I would I would title this blog post if there were a spot for such a thing. Or I could just go ahead and call that the title, because fuck the site for trying to limit my ability to title things. Yeah.
I have orange juice and it is delicious.
On another note, I've been thinking a lot of about could have been vs. can be. It's hard to think about who you can be, the person you could be in the future, to seriously think about it and work toward it. It's even harder to stop dwelling on who you could have been.
Truth is, we all fuck up. A lot, even. We all could be different people had we not made certain decisions. But we can't keep focusing on that when the future is still there. The past is written in stone. The future isn't written at all.
Also, chocolate. I have a lot of chocolate. And Nyquil, obviously.
The woulda, coulda, shoulda really weighs one down.
Fun is an elusive apparition.