Let us not be weary in doing good, for we will reap in due season, if we don’t give up.
And sometimes I’d like nothing more than say screw it.
Nothing more than forgetting responsibility and consequences.
I’d do anything for a life with zero negative consequences.
Who even cares if I screw up?
(I know people care though.
Mckenzie looks at me.
Mallory respects me.
My parents trust me.
Heather counts on me.)
And there will come a point when I won’t care AT ALL about what they think.
I’m really certain about that.
And I don’t know what to do when the world wins its first major battle against my soul