I wonder what I was dreaming about before I woke up and burst into tears.
What pushed me over the edge and brought back feelings that really haven't been gone that long.
At what point did this world decide I wasn't good enough to live in it.
At what point did I decide I didn't want to live in it at all.
It goes back and forth. Some days I'm ready to tackle the world, other days I feel like its already tackled me before I even had a fighting chance.
My time hasn't passed.
It hasn't even come.
I tried so hard to hang on for "bigger things" but what if bigger things just aren't in the cards for me?
In which case, I'm sick of holding on. I'm already sick of it.
Trying to find a way to get by in a world not even meant for people like me.
