There was a point in my life where I thought I had it all figured out.
Everything was planned.
And now, I'm so far off of all of it, that I can barely remember them.
This was never where I was going to be. This was never what I was going to be doing.
Some days I feel so lost. Like, if I could just open my eyes, things may make sense. If I could just sit down, and figure out my life again.
But, there's no way I can do that anymore.
I mean, really. Here I am. Laying in bed with no idea what I'll be doing in a year, or where I'll be. I can't even tell you what's going on tomorrow.
Sometimes, I absolutely hate it. But then I realize that you can't plan your life. You have to live it.
Catch every curve ball. Dodge every drunk driver. Roll with the punches.
Because you can't plan for things like that. And some of the things that get thrown in, you'll wonder how you ever could live your life without them. They should have been the only plan, all along.


'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.'


I never planned for you.