It's late at night. I'm listening to pandora - "The Shins" station.
"Bulletproof... I Wish I Was." It hits me hard.
And I think to myself that every morning,
a tiny piece of me that once felt a rush of connection to the person that wrote this postsecret
slips away.
I hate compromise.
And I feel so often weighed by a mountain of tiny ones.
I chip away every day at them. Knowing that one day. Fuck Yea, I will live like this. (insert dream here)
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