I always want to erase it all and start over..
New beginnings.. fresh notebooks, new phones, letting go..
I often wished hard to be able to go back and time and live life over.. I spent irrational amounts of time believing I eventually would.. I even had dates specific moments I’d go back to and start life again from that point. As childish as it may sound I’m learning to accept that won’t happen. Life is in full swing I can’t go back, yet each moment is a new beginning..
my quietest distractions and loudest uncertainties..