My eyes are crying a devils river,
down my cheeks,
soaking my t-shirt.
Never has there been a month
like this before,
an insane whirlwind of emotions.
It started with heartbreak,
moving on to hope and ease,
ending with dreams coming true.
Why I wrote this:
Well I ended my 3 year crush obsession whateveryoumaycallit, I came home after 6 months and I got my first job contract! It’s been an emotional month!
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It’s a new year and with a new year comes new resolutions. I’m not really into them, but however for the betterment of me and my emotional self in return for the betterment of him and his spiritual self, I made a resolution deal with my cousin. If we don’t look out for each other, we can’t really expect the young ones to.
Any how, I’m not going to mention what the resolution is. But it’s just short term, and I just can’t wait for these 5 weeks to pass on. It’s not so difficult when I’m busy and it’s much easier to push these things to the back of my mind. But weekends are hard, especially when I’m trying to accomplish much and constantly drifting off to another world. I’m trying my best to make the 15 mins/week count, but it’s extremely difficult.
I feel a little empty. I don’t know if it’s just because it’s only been one week so far. Pushing these things to the back of my mind when life is not in front of you is much easier. I don’t know if it’s going to help me, if it’s going to change anything when I’m back and everything is in front of my eyes. But I guess it’s worth a try to see if these emotions will settle down and bury themselves under a magnificent rock at the bottom of my heart.
With the beginning of this year, I sincerely hope they do. I can’t do this anymore. Actually that’s a lie. I can do this until I can’t. For now, no matter what I do, I don’t think it will make much of a difference, but I’ll try with hope. When it’s over, if it’s over, I’ll let you know, but for now, it’s not. I’m still me. I’m not going to change. My whole life might – relocation, busy days and tiring nights. I’m still me, and your shadow crosses mine everyday, far more than I care to let on.