Who am I?
I am.
I am?
I am sooo desperate.
Desperate to grow up.
To wake up and feel something to wake up and know that I have a purpose to do this and be able to get that done.
But I am.
I am so hopeless.
I am a mess.
It starts in my room.
On my bed between jumbled up bed sheets and piles of clothes, on my floor with stacks of shoes and bags of who knows what kind of trash and dirty laundry.
Ugh. I'll do it tomorrow.
Hopefully.
