NaomiMaggie

That I can walk away from from expectations and striving to be successful, whatever that means. I feel a constant internal tug of war between not giving a flying fuck and then sliding back into caring that people might see me as a trashy bogan and trying to be what I think seems good or right to other people. Then I just want to sell my house and buy a tiny shack on solar, miles from anyone and grow my own stuff and create. Then the cycle begins again. So I guess, what I'm saying is that as much as I cyclically try I'm on the hamster wheel and my soul keeps telling me there's more but my eyes can only see what they see and they tell my brain that there's not.