Don’t compare your Chapter 1 to someone else’s Chapter 20.
It’s late and once again I find myself thinking about you. I think about what you’re doing, and if you’re awake or maybe you’ve falling asleep. I think, and think about you until my eyes start to close and then I dream about you. I dream about your eyes and how they shine, I dream about your laugh and how it fills me up with joy. I dream, and I dream about you all night- until finally I wake up… and funny enough I think about you some more.
There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything.
i’m at a point in my life where everything is falling apart and everything is coming together at the same time.