My junior year of college was all about self-identity. The newest lesson for my senior year was supposed to be self-understanding; understanding why I am who I am. But I believe that I lost myself along the way.
I no longer take moments for myself; I no longer indulge in self-love.
Lately, I have been spiraling in confusion of trying…but trying for what? I’m trying so hard for everything but yet trying so hard for nothing at all.
I’ve been a leaf during a tornado sitting still.
Finding self again is the must before I can find self-understanding I guess.
〈〈♥Brianna, the Sunflower♥〉〉