I'm sitting here feeling disillusioned and alone. To make things perfect, I'm probably hungry and tired and angry too. Drug of choice, anyone?
I have plans for the next while (big plans!) and they just keep getting shut down. I've been stupid and haven't spent enough effort keeping myself sane. Now, here I sit in a full room of emptiness and I have to stay silent to keep from screaming.
WHAT IS THE POINT?
I had some realizations last night. There are certain people who I will never have in my life again because they're simply not good enough. The next eight months are not about counting, but succeeding. I'm broken but still loved.
But...but...what is the point?
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