I have everything that a person at my age needs already: a job, a car, 3 properties and a boyfriend who wants to spend the rest of his life with me and probably the closest I’ll ever get to being the ‘one’.
But I’m still so lost, I don’t feel like I’ve found ME yet. A sense of self? A reason to fight in life? Is it because I had everything handed to me too easily, that’s why the sense of accomplishment is so little to nonexistent? I don’t know I just don’t know.
I am happy, I really am.
Just a little, empty.
Andrew fixing Emma’s dress during the Birdman premiere in Venice, Italy, August 27
Scheherazade by Ferenc Helbing, 1914
I needs me some Baby Sven on my blog.
LOOK AT HIS LITTLE TAIL AND HOW HE WIGGLES IT