I wholeheartedly believe in people. I fall for the kind ones, and I give my all to anyone in crisis. Some see me foolish, and some believe I should change.
I do try to change, but eventually I keep going back to who I am. I keep forgetting to put myself first. Each morning is a real roller coaster. I have to remind myself to focus on the deeds, not the support.
Solitude is my ultimate getaway. I try to simplify things as much as I can. I end up overwhelmed, though. I’ve grown to enjoy the slow pace of things.
I fight... I fight to survive the daily pressures, the struggles, the wicked encounters. I think I’m doing a good job, yet no one seems to notice. “You have to say it out loud,” I tell myself. “You have to ask for it. You have to state it. You have to claim it. Or else, shut up and accept it for what it is!”
All I can wish for, at the moment, is to never give up on feeling better and living a better life. Life is harsh; hope I can find the laughs and the patience to pull me through.