Next tattoo. Back of right arm.
Hair is going darker as well.
I haven’t left her yet. Or told her I want to leave.
The cup isn’t half empty or half full, its just a cup, and its up to me to fill it up.
I can’t wake up every morning, or stop after every purchase, or rethink every extra nap as depression or mania. I can’t keep evaluating my days and categorizing my moods, it will drive me insane-er.
The waves of the sea will bring me back to me.