I once thought I knew who the love of my life was. I endured pain believing it was just a part of love. Now, a year later, I can reflect back on the truth with clarity to see who the love of my life truly is.
It is honestly difficult for me to wake up most days. When I come back into this waking reality, sometimes my first thought is to go right back to sleep. I don't want to be conscious today. I don't want to deal with all of this bullshit . To be frank, I feel more alive when I dream than I do when I am awake in this life. I think about when my time does come, how lovely it would be to just close my eyes, drift off to the unlimited possibilities of my dreams, and just never op
