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It's going to be a tough time. I've told myself time and time again that everything will magically work itself into the better good in the future.
I think that reality is starting to trickle through. I guess my entire life I've had a dam that held all the water back, it's weakened and now the seams are failing. I'm guessing pretty soon, I'll be fighting to keep my head above and tread water. I guess this is how it all begins.
It's an unsettling feeling, to be certain. But what I'm not certain of is where it comes from. Once again, I'll hand it to time. It's worked before, and I have all the faith in the world that it'll work again.
Right now I've got a table, a light, and a rug on the floor.
I think that reality is starting to trickle through. I guess my entire life I've had a dam that held all the water back, it's weakened and now the seams are failing. I'm guessing pretty soon, I'll be fighting to keep my head above and tread water. I guess this is how it all begins.
It's an unsettling feeling, to be certain. But what I'm not certain of is where it comes from. Once again, I'll hand it to time. It's worked before, and I have all the faith in the world that it'll work again.
Right now I've got a table, a light, and a rug on the floor.