Tea time.

And here I am, twenty three years old and drinking tea at 7 am.
Not that I woke up this early in the morning, I just didn't sleep at all. Spent the whole night talking and drinking, making plans and feeding expectations. We always feed them.
Expectation is a bitch. You know you should not expect anything, but then your head is always giving best case scenarios and also worst cases. Then something completely different happens and you are left with frustration, only. And she spoke about life, plans and insecurity. The innevitable. The options and the chances. There's always a chance. The future was bright, somehow.
And there I was. Twenty three years old. Drinking tea at 7 am. You know, life as it is is not that bad at all.