it’s too late

every morning i wake up and think how i could be a better man. some mornings i list in my head all the things i should do, should think, how i should act. some mornings i try to drag myself up, up into this new man. and, of course, some mornings i think “are ya kidding? you don’t improve on perfection!” because, well, i guess some mornings i just wake up without realising the dreams stop there.

what am i trying to say here? well, perhaps that i apologise if i’m not that better man. or perhaps i’m just letting the world know how great i am. or, you know, maybe i’m quite tired and should be in bed. hey! it’s the bank holiday!

happy end of may! woo!

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