19 July

it seems that what i've been doing most lately is playing catch up. taking care of things that have been left behind because i was too busy pretending to be someone i'm not. it doesn't have to make sense. we never are who we really think we are and we're even further from who we want to be. maybe the key is to stop trying but then the question arises, where does motivation to be something different or better or, in some cases worse, come from?