wtf
When will I stop feeding on my life… when will I be full?
When will the day satisfy me? When tomorrow is no longer an option?
Can’t I somehow figure out what inside of me isn’t satisfied?
What corner of this body doesn’t feel content?
House that I adore – check
husband that has faults but isn’t horrible- check
amazing wonderful children- check
incredible job with great pay and benefits – check
no I haven’t travelled but id rather be on my patio than anywhere in the world.
I’m 30 and I want my pot of gold/contentment.
So much to have but yet still empty.
WTF?
