I can do this on my own. I believe in myself. It won’t be easy and I understand that. That’s what it means to break through the wall. It hurts along the way but it’s supposed to. Life isn’t easy. And through this, I’ll start discovering more of who I am… how strong I can be, and when the wave of emotions come where I feel like it’s too overwhelming, I’ll learn how to handle it better. How to manage. My family’s coming closer in the spirit, reaching out more and more, and I feel less isolated.
Everything’s going to be okay. I can do this.
I want children someday. I want the career of my dreams, and the doors of opportunity are simple enough if I take these good paths. Of course, I can’t be guaranteed everything I wanted. That’s something I like about myself. Sometimes I’m okay settling with the simple things that make me happy. When I’m overwhelmed with stress, for some reason, that one girl’s warm smile pops in my mind. I just wanna get out there and rejoin the masses.
I’m flooded with memories.
The crackling candle kind of quiet on a plane through the night. The roaring ocean. Your glossy eyes as you spill your heart to me about everything you’re going through, and where we are on things. The sense of adventure, even after our bodies are sore from being thrown and knocked over with the tides, miles from where we started. We’d just swim further and further in a black sea and let it take us in the end. We were pinheaded sailors trying to fight it off. It’s a warm afterglow afterwards. The city burns in the distance like tiny dollhouses, and the silvery sea sits. Slow dancing on the beach as friends. Just enjoying ourselves. The music we both liked. I can’t wait for another moment. I hate craving it. I wish I could move there, but it wouldn’t be the same.