I feel like I’m always lost. Some days I know where I’m going. Some days I don’t. And then there are some days I just live pretending it’s supposed to be this way.

Forever learning.
There’s always change.
I just want one thing stable.
One thing to keep me sane.
One person, specifically.
But all I keep close is coffee.
I don’t think people understand how coffee makes me feel. I always pull it off as a joke.