Post bday blues. Thinking about how things never turn out they way you expected them to, something discussed in Berlin and something I’ve also been feeling recently a lot. The thing is, I used to think I was failing when nothing was going according to plan, but then realized it was never even possible to go that way, unless, well, I lived in some kind of alternative world.
I am still learning to accept the things in their natural way, not in the way I wish them to be and feel happy about it. I feel that I constantly make mistakes and that I still haven’t learned to read my feelings and last, but not the least, i am still trying to become the person that got lost somewhere between constant worrying and the need to be appreciated and not judged.
I don’t believe there is only one way to go about things in life, nor that anybody on this planet has any idea what’s best for me, so really I will try and fuck up, but in the end, it wouldn’t be me if I just went the easy known to me way.