Dec 1, 2014
6:28 AM
I roll over, look up at the ceiling and stare. I assume that the flow of tears is coming from the amount of strain I'm putting against my eyes against the dry air.
Nope. Those stupid six am thoughts are getting to this mind again.
Out of all the days I've done this, this is the first moment I don't feel the need to carry it on. No need to hush all of the voices and my weeping emotions. No need to hide my flushed face or swollen eyes. No need to keep pretending like I'm okay. Because it will be okay. And even though I may not truly believe that it's going to be okay, I'm going to keep telling myself that it will be.
This is the moment I realized something unexplainable- not some generic butterflies-in-your-stomach happiness. Deeper.