Twenty-three. Part-time Student. Employed. Designer. Painter. Artist. Crafter. Pierced. Tattooed. Beloved Child of God.

I Feel Different.

I can’t explain it, I just feel different.

A lot has changed, but I’ve accepted the difficult and embraced the good.

Something feels different though.

I sit here staring at my phone, expecting myself to come to some explanation as I write, but nothing comes to mind.

Normally this would keep me up all night, trying you figure it out, but I’m not going to let it.

It’s time for bed. Tomorrow reality (work) starts again, and I need my sleep. And so that is what I’ll do. Sleep.

Good night.