Life at 20, but beyond.

(thoughts @ 2am)

I guess all I’m trying to wrap my head around, is the fact that life does not stop. It doesn’t stop when you go through a debilitating heartbreak, or when your mum dies or even if your cat died when you were six. However much I make myself out to be the ‘main character’, I always tend to fall short. And I wonder why that is, but I guess when you’re stuck in a constant phase of liminality, you are always stuck in transition. Always between two places- never at home in either. For me, my two places are my past and my future.