Early Morning Nights
I woke up today with a horrible feeling in my stomach. For some odd reason a huge wave of concern has been sweeping over me lately. I have no idea why, and I have no idea about anything I need to be concerned about. Things are just starting to straighten up for me, and I am very happy... but why do I feel something is... not right? Like something is going to go wrong. Am I paranoid? Or just silly?
Right now... I wouldn't change my life for the world. I am just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel after several months of wandering in darkness just trying to find a light switch. I hate to sound so dramatic... I wasn't sad crying in the corner slitting my wrists with a dull blade; I was just in a constant "bleh" state of mind. Things made me feel better... but not for long usually.
I just wish I knew where I got this feeling from... and why it is fuckin plaguing me. I hate this feeling. It makes it hard to be content with everything. It's like when a horror movie is over... and the killer is finally dead, but the character still feels the need to look over his/her shoulder every couple of steps. *sigh* Maybe I am just tired. I'd really love to curl up with someone right now. *cough cough*... ahh I'll spare you the stupid cuteness... you know who the fuck you are.
*sigh* And out of all this... I have fucking algebra to look forward to. Off to class. *skips*
Right now... I wouldn't change my life for the world. I am just beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel after several months of wandering in darkness just trying to find a light switch. I hate to sound so dramatic... I wasn't sad crying in the corner slitting my wrists with a dull blade; I was just in a constant "bleh" state of mind. Things made me feel better... but not for long usually.
I just wish I knew where I got this feeling from... and why it is fuckin plaguing me. I hate this feeling. It makes it hard to be content with everything. It's like when a horror movie is over... and the killer is finally dead, but the character still feels the need to look over his/her shoulder every couple of steps. *sigh* Maybe I am just tired. I'd really love to curl up with someone right now. *cough cough*... ahh I'll spare you the stupid cuteness... you know who the fuck you are.
*sigh* And out of all this... I have fucking algebra to look forward to. Off to class. *skips*