Not looking forward to Friday.
Hope I can sync my head and heart by then.
"One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of."
Gonna let go tonight.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a new day. A fucking mint day. “A” fucking class.
So I survived what felt like the longest day ever. Well, sort of survived. Definitely not proud of the shit I did today. But somehow I don’t really feel bad either. This sucks. I don’t want to go back to living that kinda life again.
I’m worn out
Please let me go.
What if the heart sinks and never resurfaces again?
Who is to blame?
Who wins the game?
It was never a game. There never was a hidden agenda. No ill intention. Nothing.
But people see not with their hearts. Nor with their eyes. They try to reason things out in their heads. Dumb. Oh so dumb.
What the fuck did I just type out? Clearly the caffeine is killing me. The lack of sleep is doing fine to help hasten the process too.
It’s not that easy to leave after all.