i, have been here many times before...
It's 3:22. In the morning. I can't sleep. I'm restless, there are so many thoughts running through my head, I can't even pin one down to clarify what I'm really thinking about.
I thought I was happy. I think I am happy. I don't even know how to put down what I'm feeling in words. I feel like strong bonds have disintigrated, and bonds that are strengthening are not strong enough to replace what's been broken down. I....just wrote like 2 paragraphs. and they were deleted. FML.
I guess it's a sign to stop bitching and move on. And I will take it gracefully...
So much to say... and yet, nothing to say at all.
I do have to say, though. Music is the air I breathe, always and forever. People come and go, but a melody is constant. It changes with you, ebbs and flows, but is there through it all.
I thought I was happy. I think I am happy. I don't even know how to put down what I'm feeling in words. I feel like strong bonds have disintigrated, and bonds that are strengthening are not strong enough to replace what's been broken down. I....just wrote like 2 paragraphs. and they were deleted. FML.
I guess it's a sign to stop bitching and move on. And I will take it gracefully...
So much to say... and yet, nothing to say at all.
I do have to say, though. Music is the air I breathe, always and forever. People come and go, but a melody is constant. It changes with you, ebbs and flows, but is there through it all.