I want to give up on hope really bad right now. I'm tired again. I'm going to accept my solitude and make the absolute best of of it. What is it they say? Bloom where you're planted.
You know when everything completely shatters? Things progressively get worse and worse for months on end. There seems to be no way out. It's the end of the world. You may as well just let yourself completely go
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I love those days where your life completely turns around. Mine has done that within the past few days. Instead of asking myself, "Do you remember what it was like to breathe?" I now ask myself if there is enough air for me to inhale. I'm sure there's plenty to go around.
My body is exhausted. My mind is chaotic. My heart feels abandoned. My soul feels unourished. I think I'm just going to do that "I fell of the face of the earth" phase again.