I spend the majority of my time wishing I was someone else. One of my friends or just someone else. Someone happy and full of passion and drive for what they love. Someone who knows who they are and what they love. Someone happy. But unfortunately enough, I’m stuck being me and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to change that. So I just have to ride out this life and see how long ’till I break because I’m pretty sure I’ve already broken a few times and I don’t really want to go through that again. Which makes me feel so so pathetic because I’ve seen, firsthand, how bad the things I have can get. Why am I crumbling under this? It should be so easy for me to be happy. The strength I’ve seen around me is astounding.
-Turning this post around-
But you know what? If other people can be that strong, so can I! I can do it. I can be happy and I can love life. I got this!