December 2010
2 posts
“If you weren’t a dream, so far away, fictional, irreversibly immaculate,...”
– scatterbrained thoughts, 28
Everyone says to wait.
I say to wait. It’ll happen. And I am waiting. But no one talks about how it feels to wait. How the seconds etch themselves into each thought and drags you along the lonely road. How no matter how much you or your friends or even your family believe in you — beautiful, smart, confident, creative, hardworking, whatever it may be — if that’s all true, which I know it is, why...