When did I suddenly become 35 years old? I mean, in reality, I'm only 19 but it feels like I'm 35. Struggling to make ends meet, wishing I could just go back to the easy days, mourning a childhood I never had. Why do I have to be so grown up? So serious? So responsible? Why did I take everything I had for granted? It seems as if I win one battle and just as I put the sword down, I'm invaded by an even bigger enemy. Just last year, I had the world in my hands. And it has all crumbled and fell apart. Now, I have nothing. Really, I have negative nothing. I can't even feed myself because I am so worried, lying in debt, not just financially, but physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. I have faith, but how long can your faith hold out? Shreds of hope are being cut at every day when another blow is thrown.
I'm stuck in a desert sunset. There's beauty in the distance, but I'm so dehydrated. I'm so thirsty. I'll never make it to the sun. Please tell me there's hope for me yet.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
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