Over the past couple years I’ve gotten better at wearing my heart on my sleeve. I now understand that everything isn’t meant to be shared. But today isn’t one of those days.
I’m beyond FB statuses or angry tweets. I’m a writer and I’ll use this as fuel to simply become better.
I just feel like a little part of me dies each time someone gives up on me. I keep working and writing and living but when it’s just me and my thoughts I feel like I deserve more.
Sitting at work, shades on, hands shaking. I just can’t keep reaching these highs only to reach an even lower low.
I spend so much time trying to make days better or put smiles on faces. So much effort but…