I am failing miserably at this. I want to give up every single day. I want to run away. There is no where to go. If I were to escape, I would come running back. Guilt, love, guilt, love, it is hard to contain. I wonder if it will always be this way. I am scared. I cry for my old self, I cry for my new self. I think about going back, then I am bored.
Those eyes. I see his soul and I am reminded of my purpose.
Balance, where are you, how do I find you? I am trying to surrender, I don't want to surrender. It is not fair, what does that even mean?
The good outweighs the bad, I think.
I am a tick, ready to explode.
Oh wait, I am just tired.