Glamorous
At first I think that life seems to be almost perfect. almost. I'm missing something right now, not sure what it is but I feel empty and undisturbed. I know the stress of having to be everyone bitch is going to return in a few hours when I have to wake up and see that my life is no longer mine. I'm living it for others, for trivial things that will hopefully get me further. I read a little on my astro sign and saw how right it was. The Virgo seems confident and a constant perfectionist in their own right but the internally they fall apart when even the most diminutive things don't come together. It was right. I am falling apart because I see that nothing is no longer mine. What happened to me wanting this and that....its was interrupted by reality and responsibility. Valentine's Day is approaching and I don't care for the day personally. I have this grudge against the day, against the events that happened, and the most embarrassing moment of my love life. In hindsight I should have seen it coming, I should have protected my heart from the disasters of reality. I'm avoiding my heart and everything that does not have reason. I guess my romantic ideals with have to take a back seat to the knowledge of obligation and devotion to a world that finds me indispensable.
The glamor of being me.
Ironic, right?
The glamor of being me.
Ironic, right?