Sometimes I feel like I'm brave enough to face whatever challenges thrown at me. But then when the real threat comes, I suddenly feel tired and become too lazy to fight.

Does that make me a coward?

Or does that mean that things like these are not worth fight for?

I keep forgetting that one shouldn't get too excited about something because it almost always DOES NOT HAPPEN.

i am such a childish fuck.

When I stumble upon random familiar music, I'd feel like I was shot back to moments in Yellowstone. Oh how much I miss you cool, crisp air.

non-stop dreaming of you.

You know it's all a matter of perspective but it's just so hard to see it that way.