It’s sad to say that I call myself a writer and I haven’t written in over a year. I always say that my best writings are when I’m sad and I can’t seem to write anything good when I’m happy, which is exactly what I have been happy.
I met a prince, fell in love and lived happily ever after! Im totally just kidding ha! But! I DID meet MY prince and I am in love and I am living happily.
I no longer go on wondering every single day when will be the day that someone will look at me and finally SEE me; when will they finally love me.
I have it all.
I wake up every single morning wondering what is wrong with me? I wonder why my mind can’t stop working for one second and just not think of anything.
I wake up every single morning terrified that maybe he will change his mind and leave.
I wake up every single morning wondering if I am good enough because I don’t feel like I am.
All everyone tells me is “You’re young and beautiful, you have it all; BE HAPPY”
But I am aren’t I?
I am happy but I’m also terrified of the unknown. I am terrified of not knowing what will happen in the future.
I have no control and it kills me.
I wake up every single morning with my heart pounding out of my chest, unable to breathe; anticipating that something bad is going to happen.
That’s all I do. I sit and wait; sit and anticipate the unknown.
Waiting for IT to happen; But what exactly is IT?
Well I guess you can never really run from it, because here it is.
It’s back again.