Out of it.

Hella been out of it lately. Don’t know what’s wrong, but I do know something’s not quite right. Is it change? It takes alot for me to get used to it. Maybe I’m scared or maybe I just worry more than I should. I tell myself everyday that I gotta keep moving because chances are, if I stopped, I’d let what I’ve bottled up catch up to me. What’s weird is that I know I made the right decisions. I’m making it for me. To be happier. I don’t know. I’m just not used to it yet, but everyday gets easier. I’m sure this is a phase.