I saw an old photo of mine from 3-4 years ago. It was full of emotions. I remember what I felt that day and how sad I was. If I could speak to that version of me right now, I would smile at her and say "You have no idea what good things are waiting for you out here".
Somehow, I know, that, the version of me 3-4 years in the future, would tell me the same thing today. So I'll smile and live life everyday doing the only
Why must I learn to live with you. Wish I was a robot and can be programmed to do what I should do. Wish I could break free from having these emotions. The highs are good but the lows make me want to get rid of it all. I say this cause I feel like I've been PMSing and I don't know the cause. I know it's a feeling and it's JUST a freakin' feeling and that I can let go of it if I tried. But how does one person deal with me if I already knew what to do? Does that mean, it's just me that's actually
I've been distracted the last few days and happy at the same time. Well, I've been very cheerful and I've been wondering why. I even started thinking maybe I was starting to forget God again because I wasn't feeling His presence. But this I'm sure, the last few days, although there were times I was uber busy with something, I often found myself appreciating the liberating freedom that I found and held for the last 2 months. It's officially 2 months since my life changed. Since my heart was broken
I want to say something. But words escape me. So I close my eyes and listen to music. Funny how these songs speak for me. I want to write songs. Now. But I'm at work, so I can't just yet. Oh I have to read about mixing. But I feel worn out. Gah these feelings again. Oh well. I'll just listen to music and be carried away into a world where there's no more tears and no more pain. People call this foolishness. I call this, setting your mind on things on high! Ha! Well, I mean, God did say, in heaven
Cliche as it sounds, it gets better.
It's been a month and 2 weeks ever since my heart got ripped open and overwhelmed by all the feels I knew existed but never had the liberty and the interest to get myself involved with until a certain opportunity came.
I'd like to pretend that it was a great experience. But it really wasn't. I knew I could've avoided all the pain by following the road signs. But what good does regret do? Nothing. It's over. It's done. I messed up. I