The idea of what if is exhausting. It’s supposed to be supportive. Exhilarating. Pushing you to see what else is to come. Lately what if feels like a life sentence. A never ending broken promise. Something that is holding me hostage from being able to find my freedom from this moment in time. Freedom from this life I’ve been plagued with. What if, was meant to be supportive, and encouraging. But instead it’s the warden keeping me locked into a life I never asked for; and can’t seem to figure out.
I miss being younger. Don’t get me wrong I’m only 22, but I miss that feeling of hope. When I was younger it had that light weight off the chest feeling. Now? Yea I still have hope, but it’s not the same. More of a washed out dream that I’m looking at through a foggy broken lens. Thinking maybe if I dream harder it’ll be enough.
It’s been idk 2/3 years, but for some reason the appeal of tracing my tragic story into my arm is drawing me in. Whether the winter or the dull pain sitting in my chest. I can’t help but miss the familiar sting and reminder that I’m alive.
No one told me the art of trying to find yourself can be so exhausting. It’s like the rollercoaster on final destination. I’m trying to have fun and relax because I know Im a control freak and need to go with the flow. But spoiler alert I feel like I’m derailing every other second of the day. Don’t know if I need a therapist or to put myself out of my misery. Guess we’ll find out sooner or later #thoughts #circles #journeytothecenterofmyself #findingme #figuringoutlife #ineedablunt #anexcerptfromthebookillneverwrite #happybeingsad #lost #imnotok #ok