Emotions
I can't describe how I feel. I've stared at this blank journal box for hours. The words just don't come to me. There are things I want to say but can't, and things I can't say but want to. My heart is filled with feelings and emotions that scream to be heard but they remain locked away. I want my writing to be elegant, but sometimes I just can't be. I want to express these feelings and emotions, but there is no point. Nothing good will come of it. Nothing ever does.
Wishful thinking seems to get me nowhere. I imagine great things in my mind sometimes. These dreams are so nice. In them I am very happy. I can live some of the things I want in life but can't have for whatever reason. I tend to do this a lot actually. It's very relaxing to take myself away from my life the way it is and just imagine how things would be if they were different. It's almost like my own mini Lucid Dream. In them are Monet's vanilla skies... and her.
DAH@$@%)!@(!* SO FRUSTRATED!!!
Wishful thinking seems to get me nowhere. I imagine great things in my mind sometimes. These dreams are so nice. In them I am very happy. I can live some of the things I want in life but can't have for whatever reason. I tend to do this a lot actually. It's very relaxing to take myself away from my life the way it is and just imagine how things would be if they were different. It's almost like my own mini Lucid Dream. In them are Monet's vanilla skies... and her.
DAH@$@%)!@(!* SO FRUSTRATED!!!