Feb 2017
Wading through the sea of people
I surround myself with,
Learning my efforts often go to naught;
Stressing over everything,
When really I should be fretting over nothing.
"Where's someone that will stay,"
I wonder,
"When will I find that reassurance again."
I surround myself with,
Learning my efforts often go to naught;
Stressing over everything,
When really I should be fretting over nothing.
"Where's someone that will stay,"
I wonder,
"When will I find that reassurance again."
Late night mumbles. Stressed about school and whether or not I'll transfer, constantly fumbling through people like keys in my pocket. Wondering if I'll ever find security in myself again.
