Nothing like new beginnings, good and bad. After being deeply heartbroken, unfairly left behind, pushed away and strongly misunderstood, here comes the beginning of (yet) another year.
I could write about many things today, but I’m not sure about where to begin.
Living so intensely, and trying so hard to end up your life laying inertly on a bed. Is it worth it? Was it worth it? The struggle? The trying? The putting out your heart on the line? I am not so sure.
(This post best read while listening to: Waiting for the Night to Fall by Depeche Mode)