I’m waiting for the one who will take my hand and say “I understand.”
I have so much to say but no one to say it to. I see the hurt in others but give no credit to my own inflictions. I want to scream, to punch something. I want, no, need to say… I dying here…I’m killing myself every day and no one knows. Only me.
So I haven’t posted in a while. Been caught in building the new me. Now I’m settled and happy and wondering well the hell is JM. I need something. Miss you John. I’ve grown, moved on since Battle Studies….give me something more.
Life changes so quickly. In all the chaos, wrapped around all the unfamiliar and enveloped by uncertainty, hopefully, if you are lucky, you'll find out who you really are. I'm 32 and getting to know myself again. I take it day by dayand everyday I'm discovering howstrong I am.
