2020 29 April :: 5.34pm
:: Mood: lost
The truth is that I'm sad.
I'm sad that I'm not at a point in my life where I've accomplished more. I'm sad I'm not at a point in my life where I'm still setting goals because I don't even know where to go from here. I'm sad that people that I loved so dearly don't love me anymore. I'm sad I didn't do things differently and that I can't go back and repair or change what will now never be. I wish I knew the answers which I so desperately need in my life.
I feel like my time is running out and I have nothing to show for where I've been but old photos in a box of a happy girl with people who used to know her. Now she doesn't even know herself.