Eventually. Its such a crushing word. Ready but not ready. Its coming but its not here. It hurts now but you'll get over it in time. Eventually is such a teasing prodding word. It gives you hope, but also denial and makes you want to reserve your feelings and thoughts to yourself.
I feel like eventually rules my life. Can't ever talk about anything and keep it on me, but that's selfish isn't it? Sometimes I just want the attention that I feel I deserve after being robbed of it in my younger years, but that is selfish, isn't it...?
Eventually I'll get better, eventually I'll get to open up, eventually someone will understand me, eventually my mental health will improve, eventually I'll find more better people.
Eventually I'll be happy, free.
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Sparks in the Dark
Short StoryJust short stories and poems and vent writings I make
