Numb. Numb. Numb. Numb. Numb. Numb. Numb. Ah its not even numbness, I just feel dead, and empty. I wish I could forget, or let go. Or just move on, but thee wound is so fresh and so painful, I can’t just move on real fast. There was so much that was apart of it. That made it big, and now I’m stuck. And I don’t know where to go, I’m stuck. I have no idea what’s going on, and what I’m doing. I just want to sit and let time pass. Eh fuck this.
if someone tells you that you’re not enough — not smart enough, not talented enough, not pretty enough, not tough enough or not good enough, look them dead in the eye and inform them that you’re much more than simply enough… don’t ever stop believing in yourself and smash their fucking expectations along the way.
