Been on sleeping pills for a week now and insomnia hasn’t gone yet. I just want to sleep. I’m so tired. But I can’t.
“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide”
wherein you’re either in a semi-inlove or semi-heartbroken phase where everything’s just OK? Not great and not that bad but just ok? Like you sit out there and stare outside the car window and you imagine things like somebody’s arms around you but you don’t feel that sad. You just kind of wish on things even though you’re quite sure they won’t come. I don’t know, it’s a pretty nice feeling if you ask me. Or maybe I’m just being a hell of a delusional fella.
A big fat lie to say I don’t want you back. But neither am I in a position to expect anything
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”