a strange thought has crossed my mind upon my arrivle
how can i be happy at times such as these?
how can my life seem so great when i think that i'm not being me. like....i'm not supposed to be sitting here but i'm supposed to be doing something else more important. i know what i should have been doing but i just turned the other way because i didn't want to look at insanity. sometimes you don't even really do anything...but thats the thing, i didn't do anything and now i feel the guilt coming up upon me.
but its not like its over, i could still help put up a fight.
and when all is said and done things could turn out right.
as someone once said
"it is never to late to be who you might have been"
thats all for now
how can my life seem so great when i think that i'm not being me. like....i'm not supposed to be sitting here but i'm supposed to be doing something else more important. i know what i should have been doing but i just turned the other way because i didn't want to look at insanity. sometimes you don't even really do anything...but thats the thing, i didn't do anything and now i feel the guilt coming up upon me.
but its not like its over, i could still help put up a fight.
and when all is said and done things could turn out right.
as someone once said
"it is never to late to be who you might have been"
thats all for now