It’s Just a Bad Day

Try not to be down when the future weighs heavy on your everyday, it will eat your time and bury you alive. I’m finding out how hard it is to remain in a state of passion, hope and idealism as old calendars pile up in a box in my closet. Already bored with my most recent accomplishments and caught up in over-analysis, self-awareness, and paranoid daydreams, I’m sick of myself and everything I do. I’m never where I want to be, but on good days, when I look into the past with optimistic eyes, I realize that I’ve always been where I needed to be.

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Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist