Bring me back

Been really really really tired this week and it came to a point that i
had to stop each time i drop something im carrying in public, ending up looking like a fool, i think about the things i have always loved and i've ditched for all these busy things im into.
However unproductive they are and aren't much of a contribute to my career, [ well who knows maybe it is ], i enjoyed those days very much, yearning for a kind of excitement i was yet to experience and which i have also come to justify that i've been fooled by life.
i want to be a kid again.

i used to always go jogging,
meditate
draw alot
read alot
drink alot of tea
watch alot of movies
where the fuck am i?
Why do you keep telling me to stop doing what i love.
if youre unhappy in that little shell of a skull youre in,
theres nothing we can do about it.
If my heart tells me to do something, i should probably do it right?
AS CHEESY AS IT SOUNDS, i m not even trying i swear.

& i have a photoshoot with BOD x FEMALE MAG tomorrow.
thankyou, whoever, for this lovely week, a big opportunity.