Love,
Time seems to pass much more slowly when I'm alone. I find myself thinking of the future and what I want for myself but having no way of getting there. At times life just feels too real. Growing up is what I thought I wanted when I was younger but now, it is the last thing that I want coming through the door to my life. I am overwhelmed with the thought of someday having my dream home and my dream life with my dream person. The garden of my mind that blooms the impossible possibilities just keeps growing, and it's beautiful but I have no way of taming it. No way of controlling what is realistic or what is simply just a dream. I would like to think that I can do anything I put my mind to but at this point in my life everything seems too much to take on. I've fallen head over heels in love with myself but it seems like now that is the least of my problems. Mental health falls to the bottom of the list of priorities in my daily routine. I don't know how to handle this overwhelming feeling that I will never complete the list, that I will never be able to harvest the garden that is forever growing in my mind. At this point life is just an unnavigable maze that nobody has a map to and also there are 8 billion different ways out. I know that in my life I want to be financially successful, now success is defined differently by each person in the same way that love is. My definition of financial success is being able to live without needing to worry about keeping food on the table or the lights on, I want to be able to live stress free but that, unfortunately, is unrealistic. There will always be stress and money is never certain. I will get where I need to be, where I am meant to end up. Life is running its course and I feel like I am just being dragged along behind it, getting torn limb from limb by the comparison of other people's successes. I need not compare myself to those who are not me, everybody has a different life, a different story, a different background, and a different means of getting by. I am successful in my own life, I have come far from the child I used to be. Growing up has not been easy and I know the years to come won't be either. I've made it this far, why not go further, do more, do better. I got life by the throat, but it's got me right back.
-P ♡
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Letters to Love
RomanceThis novelita follows the inner feelings of a young writer who is experiencing love in a different light for the first time. This is accomplished through a series of letters written to 'Love' by the writer (the main character, I suppose). 'Love' in...
