I promised myself that I wouldleave this town as soon as I
could.
I can't bring myself to do that
anymore.
In the end, it's the "what ifs" that hurt the most. Like, what if things had gone a little differently? Me? I don't believe in fate. I believe we have more control then we think and every action has a reaction.
My thoughts fall heavily, from my brain to my fingertips, wishing I knew exactly what it was I am trying to say. I wish my brain would come up with something to write. Anything at all. No witty or poetic thoughts have been captured in my mind, even though I have some of the most beautiful things to say. I suppose in reality they aren't that beautiful though. Just a crazy mess of everything that I get so caught up in. I suppose that this is what drinking and a lack of sleep does to you. But I don't really think I mind.
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