21

Wet hair.

Mix-match pajamas.

Clean Face. Glasses on.

Making what I wish was black tea to feel more sophisticated, but really, it's hot chocolate.

Thinking about the same thing I've been thinking about for months now.

Starting to get bored of myself.

There are times I wish I could go far far away to a foreign land and start a new life.

One with tea.

I'm 21, but I feel like I'm six. Lost in the rabbit hole of life. slipping into a wonderland I never asked for.

I'm not Alice, I'm the rabbit.

Curiosity doesn't fuel me, it confuses me.

Nothing around me really makes sense, but life is running too fast ahead.

So to keep up, I mustn't pause and I must continue living, spinning.

Making decisions I am not entirely fond of, but I have to keep up.

I wish I knew then what I know now.