Gone-Left-Escaped

Things seem to be slipping away

Both way applicable.

I keep forgetting to lock the side door.
I keep remembering the rush of grade of 100%; forgetting the pleasure in everything else.
I keep forgetting to sit down.
I keep remembering the joy in the little things; forgetting to dwell endlessly.

I think things are going to be okay but I don't know for sure. I want that more than anything.

Tegan and Sara keep me company in the meanwhile. I wish I could say I want to be a superstar but at this point I will settle for mere survival.

I have a bad habit of convincing myself it is worse than it is only to realize late at night it doesn't matter.

Good new is...I can admit to it.