plans
Plans have a funny way of seeming to change. The one you thought you’d spend forever with maybe makes you feel that forever is more tenuous than you thought at first. It’s weird how one statement one night can make you question everything you’ve held true.
Hope is a fucked up thing. Why do we hope? Why, when everything is at it’s lowest, do we continue to hold on against our better judgement because of "hope"? I don’t know. I used to think I’d have the answers by now. I don’t. I have more questions than ever.
I want to write more, but I don’t have anything more to say.
I often wonder the same thing. I lost my child this year, 2 weeks after losing a friend that I went to about everything, homeless, moved back in with Rick, and now living on my own downtown. Somehow hope kept me going, as it always does. Never knowing why though. I really hope things get better for you with whatever it is that is going on that you aren’t going into too much detail with.
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