I’m just like
Everyone else has girlfriends and boyfriends and significant others that rhey get to see and complain to and about and and I’m here on the other side of the country goinf “fuck. I need to stop complaining, I cant have a bad day, not allowed, I’m ecstatic to be coming home for more than two daus and see the lady, and I just can’t wait to be done.” Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud as fuck of what I’m doing, but it’s incredibly hard to deal with all the stresses, and growing up and realizing I made mistakes in the past I can never fix. I wish I’d. Been grown up sooner.