I'll admit it.
Lately, I've been selfish.
I've been hurtful and cut off and distant.
I have to be
No one can change this, no one can fix how they interact with me.
I've felt broken and immature around all of my old friends, and finally, I've found a mend
hiking. camping. climbing.
working out this ridiculous shell until I feel inside and out that I am ready to expose myself to this world again.
you might see this as harsh
but I see 20 years of exsistance that have been damn neer wasted.
I'm moving out, waking up, working out, covering my skin in lessons of ink, and battling my way to the top
the top of my own mountain
I'm not traveling for anyone but myself anymore.