Did you want me to change?
I’m tired of having dreams. Tired of wishing. Tired of having nothing to pray to.
No god. No goddess. Nothing extraordinary to worship.
Tired of loving too much, or too little. Tired of holding on. Tired of letting go.
Tired of the lack of creativity and inspiration.
Tired of counting on counting the money in my pocket.
Tired of no depth.
Tired of growing.
Tired of not being able to write poetry, or even read books.
Tired of not being Lexei anymore.
I was just thinking of the last time I heard my dads voice. it’s been a year and three, almost four months. Strange how people come and go. Even if you have their last name.
that blog just made me so jealous! I wish my boyfriend was a sex crazed weirdo!
Wouldn’t that be nice.
