Its hard to express my emotions. The only things I find peace in, is in music. Music and music alone, it’s not that I’ve lost passion for everything else, it’s that nothing makes me feel as whole as I do when I listen to music.
I'm not worried about what other people will think, I'm worried I won't feel any better if I speak up. I worry it'll all be in vain. Yes, things will get better, but it’s not happening at a rate I'm happy with. It's something l've grown accustomed to. If I could restart, I would in an instant. But I'm not brave enough to take that leap. It's not easy, yet I still feel as if I'm being too weak about it. Life will go on either way, with me alive through denial or without.
In another universe, she heard the news she would never be whole, she'd never be complete. But in this universe she realized either way, she's going to feel the same thing. Even though she thinks she's complete, and everyone around her thinks she's complete, she'll hold onto the rational thought she'd be dependent on denial. What would happen if she woke up? What's taking so long?