An year not too long

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Sept 7, 2018: it’s 3 pm, I’m still in bed. Don’t want to get out. Don’t want to wake up. Have no idea why I am still breathing. Life is pointless, there is no meaning. When will this end.

Sept 7, 2019: it’s 3 pm, I am relaxing at a coffee shop, unwinding. Perfect start to a weekend. I am full of life. I want to travel the world. I have big dreams and will make them happen. I am brave. I am confident and I will win today.

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