My new socks are amazing. They are pulled up to my knees, and they are warm. On Saturday I hope to test them out at the Icycle ride at Tsali in Lake Fontana, NC. It's supposed to be around 35 degrees and snowing. Yep. S'Gonna be cold. Very cold.
But I deserve nothing less. I'm half-cocked right now. And now is the only time I can write. I use to write all the time in my journal, in my poetry book, on napkins, whatever. I've lost my life. I'm running out of steam, and it scares THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME. I use to have so much life, so much positivity, so much love. What the fuck happened to me?
I could kiss her until 5am, hold her hand throughout the entire drive, fall asleep with a smile on my face. Now, I can't wait for her to leave, I can't wait to be by myself. Where is the romantic?
I want him back. I want to be the me of yester-year. I wish I could get it back again.
Can a hurt optimist ever come back? Can I be an optimist again?
But I deserve nothing less. I'm half-cocked right now. And now is the only time I can write. I use to write all the time in my journal, in my poetry book, on napkins, whatever. I've lost my life. I'm running out of steam, and it scares THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME. I use to have so much life, so much positivity, so much love. What the fuck happened to me?
I could kiss her until 5am, hold her hand throughout the entire drive, fall asleep with a smile on my face. Now, I can't wait for her to leave, I can't wait to be by myself. Where is the romantic?
I want him back. I want to be the me of yester-year. I wish I could get it back again.
Can a hurt optimist ever come back? Can I be an optimist again?