... don't try to fix me I'm not broken ...
It's only 12 am and yet I'm exhausted. I guess it was last night that did it to me. For some reason I feel plagued by the thought that I'm living within Requiem for a Dream.
There was this huge contrast between last night and this morning. I was so happy last night, believing that nothing would ever hurt me, and then I woke this morning. I'm not sure whether it was the time I had to think or whether it was that I figuratively awoke this morning as well...
I realized too many things. I feel better.
Somewhere...
I wish I had something to do tonight- instead I'm writing my essays for U.F. I hope I can just get my life in order and move out. The notion seems so wonderful- exciting.
I'm not weak, I'm just stronger than most...
Here's to realization, acceptance, and something more.
There was this huge contrast between last night and this morning. I was so happy last night, believing that nothing would ever hurt me, and then I woke this morning. I'm not sure whether it was the time I had to think or whether it was that I figuratively awoke this morning as well...
I realized too many things. I feel better.
Somewhere...
I wish I had something to do tonight- instead I'm writing my essays for U.F. I hope I can just get my life in order and move out. The notion seems so wonderful- exciting.
I'm not weak, I'm just stronger than most...
Here's to realization, acceptance, and something more.