Sixth star (rambling)

I can't believe June is just tomorrow. I thought I had all these chances of being somewhere out there... I dunno, a new trip or a new city to settle in. How many moments have I wasted, and how many more, "One day, I..." do I have it in me now? I've been believing for the best, but how long should I hope for?

The first week of May gave me so much hope, but I'm back to the same spot. Is my discomfort really a comfort place for me to spiral back because the world is a scary place? Probably. Will I even be able to move on or remain stuck like this forever? I have no answer to that. I've been living in my head for so long that I need to return and start living in the flesh. I have barely left the house for almost two and a half weeks now, and I'm not sure what is coming for me in June. 

It rains almost every day, too, especially in the morning when I make plans with my friends for a morning jog. I haven't stepped foot in the gym because of the rain. It's probably a simple excuse because of my inability to be present in the real world. 

I hope June will be kind to all of us.