At 25.

At 25,

I know nothing.
I wish that I could fix everything.
I wish I wasn't scared living everyday.
I need to love myself more but the panic sets in.
Sometimes the thought of giving it to a higher power seems a little selfish.
For the reason that I could work through it even if its draining.

At 25,

I can't be this exhausted of life.
I think its just me.
Love is not really that important to me.
Self-love should be more of a priority.
All my friends are right.
I'm wrong most days, I just need to get a grip.
A lot of grips, how am I slipping this much?

at 25.

I just need to let go
Let go of all the negativity.
Let go of the small voices.
Listen to the big one in my heart.
When did money become more of a lifestyle to me than my happiness?
I may be broke forever but its worth the bad credit...maybe.