Some days it just feels like I'm waiting for it all to get over. As soon as possible. I'll be free. I have no idea what is supposed to get over and what freedom I'm seeking. But I have this feeling and it's keeping me on my toes.
I've had a rough evening. I couldn't sleep. I still can't sleep, hence the ranting. I'm too depressed to sleep. I need courage. I need hope and assurance. I need something to look forward to. No false hopes or accusations. Something real.
I'm desperate trying to prove myself. Trying to push hard. I push and push myself and then fall. And I fall hard. I need something I still can't put into words. Or else I'm just lost.
