Feb 11, 2013 21:30
Smiling doesn't always mean you're happy.
Sometimes, it simply means you're a strong person. I sit here now, in a bedroom that I've had for the past few years witing a state that I've lived in for the majority of thirteen years. Everything in my life feels so surreal in this one moment.
"You're going back home," they say.
"You'll be happy."
Will I be happy?
That's the million dollar question I've been asking myself for months. I suppose only time will tell. Regardless, I'm in this for the long haul. I can moan, groan, and complain all I want, but I'll still be moving to Mississippi. No matter how much I want to run and hide from this, it'll still be waiting for me as surely as the sun will rise in the morning.
What I need to do is accept the situation and just move on with my life. Learn. Adapt. Live. Laugh. Love. Relax. Motivate myself.
Easier said then done.
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