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I have hit that point in my life. The point where everything that I want to go my way, naturally doesn’t. The things I want to possess I can’t have. The things that I want expended only dig themselves deeper. All I can do is wait. Wait for the next big thing to shake my foundation. To “rock my world,” as people say. This sounds way too simple, but before I was this adult, I was a kid. I may have been a kid who was a bit rough around the edges. But I was a kid at one point. I liked the crusts removed from my sandwiches. I let my skin tan in the sun while reading Goosebumps on my batman blanket. I skinned my knee, and had all the right to cry about it. But over time, things got harder. I got older. I started shaving my legs, and kissing boys. Immaturity, naivety, adolescence, was no longer an acceptable excuse for the common no-nos of today’s society. One by one, I made friends, and year-by-year, I lost them. It has become a struggle to buy food, let alone worry about the absence of the crust on my sandwiches. Everything that was new and exciting at one point is now old and worn. Things once refreshing now stagnant. I wouldn’t be so concerned if I saw a light at the end of this ever-so-bland tunnel, but I am blind. I can’t see this changing. I have a house, with a room, filled with things, and my dog. I have friends, with cars, in which they drive to the same party every night. I have a week, with 5 days solely devoted to survival.
I’m suppose this happens to everyone. The constant uphill, with the occasional plateau.
Can anyone point me in the direction of the nearest “mountain?”
I would love to start moving forward again.
I’m suppose this happens to everyone. The constant uphill, with the occasional plateau.
Can anyone point me in the direction of the nearest “mountain?”
I would love to start moving forward again.