What if it never works out, and I end up alone? I know I’m really too young to be talking like doomsday is right around the corner. But, the question still hangs there: the elephant in the room.
Would I still feel like I had a full and fulfilling life, or would I die feeling like a failure?
At what point do you stop hoping for the Disney fairy tale and come to terms with the Grimm reality? Is the very act of stopping to hope what seals your fate? Or is the deluded hope what makes you feel like a failure in the end?
My only excuse for being awake right now is that I had a GIANT soda at the movie tonight, and I’m still waiting on my phone to back up texts. Okay, so that’s two excuses, but in reality I’m going to have to sleep before my phone finishes.
Meanwhile, I think I might be suffering from a psychotic break. I’m not even sure what that is or what it means, so I’m being facetious. But these past few days are as close to a mental breakdown as I’ve ever had.