this evening i looked back over photos/videos of my graduation and the weeks just after that. besides the fact that the the past phoebe was such a gumby (and always will be) i seemed to get rather frustrated with how little i have come since then. its been a year and a bit since a graduated and i am still careers-less and still have no directions of where i am going.
will i still be sleeping on the couch in my parents house in a years time???
i honestly hope not.
but that’s the thing, i have no clue where i am going but i certainly know where i don’t want to be.
hopefully // im not in the country // im not alone // im happy // im skating // im not confined to small thinking // the impossible happens // hopefully
IT'S AN OBSESSION 