Every night before I head to sleep, I feel my heart sink into my stomach as the reality of tomorrow hits me like a truck. Like the yesterday, and the day before that, I spend every aching minute in this home, finding ways to keep my mind busy. I know that if I even stop to think for a little while, my mind wanders to the memories I've trapped in the part of my brain I hardly go to anymore. It's filled with the times I would be in classes with my old friends, the times where every weekend was a sleepover, and the times when yesterday was something I could look forward too.
It feels terrible. The thought of once having that life, and completely losing it all, makes me feel like a loser. No one really wants to talk to me, they all have their own stories to write while I stare at the blank page, barely knowing what to write. I used to create melodies and songs, I used to imagine travelling, I used to dream about the person I'd be at my age. But now that I finally am, I now dream of being the age when I was still dreaming.
I'm over it now. I am just glad that that happened, I'm glad I got to meet you, I'm glad we got to make the memories I keep at the back of my mind. I'm happy to hear you are pushing through and finishing highschool once and for all. I wish I could be there to see you standing on that stage, or when you throw those silly hats in the air at the end of graduation. I will think about you, and I will keep you close, even if you are miles away.
I hope you find love. I hope you find happiness. I hope you find peace. I hope you
I think I'd like to write songs again I think it's almost time
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So and I will never forget
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How To Fight Loneliness
PoetryI have been struggling with loneliness for 4 years now. Although I have gone through many friendships and breakups, I have this constant feeling that I will always live this way.
