More you might like
The Perfect Daughter
Always striving for perfection
But
never enough
for you.
Harsh words,
they come so quickly and freely;
they have become my words too.
Not knowing,
Is the worst feeling in the world.
Maybe I’m starting to fall in love with you.
Maybe you’ve started to make me question all the things that I was just settling for.
Or maybe when we get back, this would have meant nothing at all.
Maybe it’ll just feel like a long and beautiful dream.
It’s 2:31am and I’m awake.
Just wandered over to this space because my friend reminded me of her own journal, her tumblr, which made me slightly miss mine. Although I must say that I was a little disconcerted by the fact that I couldn’t even remember my tumblr URL.
Ha ha, how much time has passed, and how different things have become. How was this so important to me in the past? Life just caught on so quick. I really am afraid of growing old. What do I do now? Where do I need to go? Where is EVERYONE rushing to? Why is life seemingly so difficult? What am I doing?????
I thought maybe, taking it day by day was the right thing to do. Because life is short, why can’t we just enjoy it? Why are we all working our butts off? To earn so much money to live a comfortable life? But is it really worth it? Aren’t we all just going to die in the end? Will we want to lie on our deathbeds, thinking about all that money we’ve amassed over our lifetime? WHAT IS THE DAMN POINT
Oh go to sleep, you.
You’re just going to wake up and forget about all this.
I should have turned to hug you.
