My Name and Things.
Life would be so much easier if the things that are meant to be mine bore my name, or a clear sign that they’re supposed to belong to me so I’d know what to reach for and what not to touch.
I wish people wouldn’t have so many expectations of me because then I wouldn’t end up feeling horrible for what I do or do not just because somebody expects different.
I wish my life were that simple; to pick out the pledges and responsibility I’d be able to keep and not have extra baggage weigh me down.
Friends.
Responsibility.
Things.
