Plans of Hope and a Future

If you would have told me that this is where I'd be at 23 years old, I would have laughed. I wouldn't have believed you. I never imagined myself here, but I can't remember half of the plans I had for myself at this age. I know it didn't look like this though. Never did…

Tears

I’ve been holding in this cry and now I feel nauseous. It has to come out one way or another. I just don’t want to cry anymore. My tears at this point are redundant. They’re echos of the same pain, springing up from the same well. My heart is so heavy. All the time. Like…