Give me thunder, give me lightning, And I will give you every part of me. Take me dancing, get me fucked up, Play that old guitar and we will sing.
I had a pretty rough week, mentally. I haven’t felt the way I felt this week in a long time. Not “enough.” We’ve all been there. It’s just hard hearing it from people you care about a lot. I know I’m enough. I know I’m a great person. I know I’m the only one who sees how uncomfortable I am with myself. I just wish I had someone to share all this bad energy with. It’s hard when the person you want to know everything about you just doesn’t seem interested. I hate that I can’t just say these things out loud. I know that’s why I’ve felt so down this week, because I’m keeping it all inside. I don’t miss this. Happy is where I belong and it’s where I’ll get myself back to as soon as I can. There’s too many good things to worry about bad things. I’m convinced I write in circles.
I’m glad I saw this