Angst child part two

What's funny is how I knew this was going to happen. And what's funnier is how it opened my eyes to commitment, and how it sometimes leads to life-long mistakes. I drew that refuge house more than a decade ago, and it is up to me to make it happen. I promised her that, and I'm going to make it happen. And I can't afford to mess up for the second time because of my emotions because I need to fucking support myself first. I am lounging in my state-of-war, but I can't let it linger for long. So I am going to have to look at myself in the mirror long and hard, so I can finally make a deal with myself on how I am going to have to change certain priorities in life. Instability now meets with reality. The twenty-something needs to jump decades. Shit does happen.