Everyone you love is going to end up hurting you. There are no exceptions. You just have to figure out which ones are worth the pain.
Somehow I always believed that the fairytale I daydreamed myself in as a child would become my reality by the time I hit 24. I’m about to be 28 now, and my life-long efforts to turn those daydreams into fruition have failed me. I’m looking at things I thought I wanted and am realizing that things didn’t pan out as expected. And thats ok because not everything does. But I’m at a point where I feel as if my world is imploding on me. My soul is suffocated and I am desperately searching for a breath of fresh air.
The heart doesn’t know what it wants, until it finds what it wants. I just keep waiting for my heart to start singing, but either I can’t hear it or it just shut the fuck up on me.
I struggle with myself on a daily basis. I count my blessings and thank the Lord for everything he’s given me, but I do not deny that my life is not all candycanes and rainbows. Life is killing me, and I just realized that I’ve been signing my own death slip.
Everyone has their own personal struggles. This is mine.
I need a life intervention. Dear God, help me.