Not sure
Sometimes I wonder where I am going. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m not even sure about what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m just tired of going nowhere. But where else can I go?
How I desire to keep captive all of my emotions in a jar. Emotions of every moment that held weight in my life. Till I have aged and wrinkled, when I will open that jar, and all at once, a rush of emotions overwhelms me and I shall sit and reminisce about all the beautiful, heart-wrenching, and ridiculous moments I had the immense pleasure of experiencing.
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| — | Anette. (via anetteranita) |
