adorable.

I've started and quickly erased so many of these precious, yet worthless lines.
The truth is, I can't believe it's over.
I'm not complaining, I just simply cannot believe that I'm moving on and nothing is happening.
I feel like someone, or something, is going to pop out of nowhere and tell my to turn back, tell me I'm wrong.
Yet, it feels so right. Every single word that leave my lips is now accepted, instead of ignored.
I feel good about the path I'm going down. I don't know if it's right.
And I don't know if I'll be okay. But everyday is flying by, and everyday feels fresh.
I have my doubts, everyone does. Inside I know I'm weak, but I'm trying so desperately to avert.
I have such a strong urge to resist, I'm just trying to get away, to make my own life, to stop relying on people to fix everything for me.
Sure, everyone needs someone. But can we exist solely through the being of another human character?
It's so ironic how hard we tend to try to make an impression on the people that aren't even aware of our existance.
I'm so sick of making an idea out of something and having no one to notice.
I'm not convinced that it's worth my time.