Putting the pieces together
It’s taking longer to get my room put back together than I thought it would. I have no idea where to put some things. I need someplace to put my alarm clock and the guitars need to be moved to the other side of the room because every time I sit up in bed, I hit my head on them. Everything sounded good when I was planning this, but it’s not working out quite like I thought it would.
You put your arms around me
And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go
You put your arms around me and I’m home.
I’ll be okay
I just went back and read all of the things that I’ve been posting. If I was a random person and just stumbled upon this stuff, I’d assume that the person writing it must be depressed. I’m just going to go ahead and say that this is not the case. I’m going through some hard times right now, but I have no doubt that no matter what happens, I’ll be okay eventually. It’s true that I’m not happy, but I’m not going to let myself become depressed over something that is out of my control. I have been avoiding posting on my other tumblr and on my facebook because I feel that anything I would say on those would either sound depressing or sound like forced happiness. I can’t find anything worth saying to people, so I won’t push myself until I feel that I am ready to do so. If I try hard enough, I know that I can pull through this and become the confident person that I once was.
Is it just me?
I’m counting minutes. Not even hours or days; minutes. I’m doing everything possible to keep my mind off of you, but you’re everywhere I go. I hear you in every song I try to listen to and I see you in every little thing I do. I couldn’t even stay in my own house last night because it was full of too many memories. I’ve never been a very patient person…I’m not going to wait forever.
