She's persistent and confident. Why can't I be like her?
I've got creativity and bold, complex plans, but what point is there in that, when I don't use them? I swear to myself, over and over, that it won't happen again, but it always does.
I can blame school, but I know it's just me.
My story is lost. I stopped writing it. Those characters made the fabric of my soul, the story, the fabric of my reality. If I have no soul or reality, then what am I? Nothing.
This is what happens when you only have one crutch. You lose it and you're done for.
That's why I'm trying to build another... but I still want my old one back.
chemical bloodstream wrote:I really wanted to see the Lunarblood Supermoon (that's what I'm calling it.)... But where I am it's too cloudy.
I've been so stressed and this was what I wanted to make me happy.
Why can't anything go right for me?
Ugh, join the club. I swear, right after I get a telescope, ever important celestial event hides itself from me. I think the whole world decided to go cloudy on this special night, though, so you're not alone.
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I have severe insomnia and am very sleep deprived 90%
of the time which may cause me to make stupid mistakes. Bear with me.