The hours chew away at me. Time swallows, and somehow, I feel smaller. When the numbers begin to mean less, life moves slower and I can at least begin to savor its sweetness. I forget how waiting feels, and the hopelessness that comes with it, and I wonder what it’s like to remember my dreams again, what its like to feel weighed down but weightless, as if I am shackled to a cloud without much choice, only along for the ride. I remember that I have control of the reins though I still let the wind make many of my choices, forgetting they are my own to decide. I need reminding that I am myself, and that nothing about the universe within me or without is as finite as it seems.
I'm depressed.. And I feel like people don't care. But I know I have people that care? I like this boy.. And he doesn't understand. And I'm really bad at talking and telling my feelings. I usually keep everything inside. But I barely understand myself. So how am I supposed to explain why I feel the way I feel to him? Idk what to do.