I've been looking for my GPS so that I can see where I'm going, to see what my destination is but it seems to be lost or broken.
As long as I can remember I've always aimlessly wandered around in my head. Where am I wandering to? What's my destination? I'd like to know so that maybe I'll be able to bare this pain longer. So that I think that where I'm going is better then here.
Maybe I don't have a destination. Maybe I'm stuck in a maze without an exit. That's be my luck.
I'd like to think my destination is a happy place. Somewhere where a guy loves me, somewhere where one day I'll have kids. Somewhere my hopes and dreams finally come true, but all you can do is hope right? And continue moving forward and even then life is a Disney movie so there's a possibility that I don't get a happy story.
Maybe its not so bad being stuck in this everlasting pain, yeah right. But I guess I'll have to endure it until I've finally arrived at my destination.
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De TodoJust my corner of the world were I can talk about life. Don't hate just appreciate that I can tell the world how I feel. - Started - February 25th, 2018 - Ended - August 8th, 2018
