January
I told myself this was the year
My heart was sore and my thoughts were heavy
I kept to myself and hated being bothered
I didn't like living too much
February
I admitted I was my own problem
But I sat
And I waited
For my world to change for me.
March
Feeling unbelievably numb to life
And watching time go by in flashes.
I learned to observe and I learned that writing soothed anxiety quite well
April
I didn't write.
I don't remember what I did.
It must have been dull.
May
I dreamed about escaping my personal confinements.
However, I didn't.
June
I loved the sun.
I got a job.
I felt indifferent.
July
Possibly the peak of my self hatred
I let their words get to me
I tried throwing up. I failed.
I spotted a boy at work.
August
I turned 17
And knew I needed to change.
I created courage on a not so special day
I forced myself to talk to the boy.
And I felt ******* powerful.
September
Junior year began
I did things I loved and
Quit things I didn't
October
I slowly realized
That if I loved myself
The world will too
November
Boys lined at my door
But I never cared for them
I cared only for myself
And I loved every second of everyday
And now it's December
And I've learned that I don't need a new year, new month, or even a new day to start over
I am not bound by any measurement of time
And if I want to change
I have the power to.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
January
I told myself this was the year
My heart was sore and my thoughts were heavy
I kept to myself and hated being bothered
I didn't like living too much
February
I admitted I was my own problem
But I sat
And I waited
For my world to change for me.
March
Feeling unbelievably numb to life
And watching time go by in flashes.
I learned to observe and I learned that writing soothed anxiety quite well
April
I didn't write.
I don't remember what I did.
It must have been dull.
May
I dreamed about escaping my personal confinements.
However, I didn't.
June
I loved the sun.
I got a job.
I felt indifferent.
July
Possibly the peak of my self hatred
I let their words get to me
I tried throwing up. I failed.
I spotted a boy at work.
August
I turned 17
And knew I needed to change.
I created courage on a not so special day
I forced myself to talk to the boy.
And I felt ******* powerful.
September
Junior year began
I did things I loved and
Quit things I didn't
October
I slowly realized
That if I loved myself
The world will too
November
Boys lined at my door
But I never cared for them
I cared only for myself
And I loved every second of everyday
And now it's December
And I've learned that I don't need a new year, new month, or even a new day to start over
I am not bound by any measurement of time
And if I want to change
I have the power to.
what a year.
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