October 23, 2011
Going on even if you can't see what's going on
For the past months, all I cared about writing is -- how sad my life is and how miserable I am. I even made a mixtape for lonely afternoons. Thinking about all of this is so depressing. Makes me want to cry for I can't write something happy.
Self, how emotional can you get?
I lack faith at some point. Faith to do everything I need to during times when I keep walking forward even though I don't know where I'm going.
Seriously, self? Since when did you stop hoping for something bigger?