Sometimes I just want to disappear.
I want to get away from everyone and everything. Every single person that makes me feel like my presence does not matter. Every single person that always makes me feel like a piece of crap. Every single person that makes me think terrible things.
I don’t want to be here anymore.
I’m so sick and tired of feeling misunderstood.
I just want to close my eyes and end up somewhere else.
Alone in a beautiful small beach town; living in a small cottage. I’ll ride my bike to work, with the view of the beach to the left of me, as I head into work and the view of the beach to the right of me, as I go home.
My job will be a small little shop with all of my photography. Tourists will come in and be fascinated with the place that I call home and will stop and stare in awe, at all of my art work.
I wont have to deal with anyone that stresses me or makes me feel sad. I wont have anyone making me feel like I’m not good enough, like I’m unworthy.
I wont have anxiety and I wont have depression.
I’ll be a new person. Someone that I’ll actually like and love.
I’ll be happy.
Happy with my life; happy with me.
I’ll live my best life.
Just love, peace, and happiness.