Nearly 3 am.
I’ve had a rough day and feel sick to my stomach. Not because of the roughness of the day, but because of the excessive junk food I’ve consumed out of emotion. Although things are actually looking up fairly well for me, the process of getting completely back on my feet is a fucking drag. My last cigarette of the night is smoked, my teeth are brushed, and the pimples I feel coming in...
I haven’t even had time to fully reflect on how I feel about just about everything going on in my life at the moment. All I’m sure of is the fact that I have to wake up again at the crack of dawn tomorrow and I am ridiculously exhausted. So, goodnight. Reflection, coming soon.
she-whispers: You can’t just sit there and hope happiness will arrive, or pray it’ll all work out for you. A person must want it enough, they must act upon that desire in order to attain something such as happiness. If you want to be happy, do what it takes. The world doesn’t owe you happiness, you owe that to yourself.