February 24th, 2008
Desolate. I feel desolate.
Empty, and alone.
And so very tired.
Like I could sleep forever and be just fine with that.
As the day of my birth grows nearer, I am more filled with dread than excitement.
Growing another year older just reminds me that I'm growing out of my time of youth and innocence.
I just want to go back to when I didn't understand the meaning of rejection, and of pain.
To when I could find the silverlining in everything, no matter how horrible it seemed.
I'm just tired.
Mew.
Desolate. I feel desolate.
Empty, and alone.
And so very tired.
Like I could sleep forever and be just fine with that.
As the day of my birth grows nearer, I am more filled with dread than excitement.
Growing another year older just reminds me that I'm growing out of my time of youth and innocence.
I just want to go back to when I didn't understand the meaning of rejection, and of pain.
To when I could find the silverlining in everything, no matter how horrible it seemed.
I'm just tired.
Mew.