This song is killing me. I am having flashbacks, and somehow I still can't cry! Good ness. And stress is building from knowing in 2 months I'm going to see my dad. 

I'm officially going to Tallahassee and I'm nervous? Excited? Stressed out?

It's been a long time since I've posted. I went home for fall break last week and was sick, but I also went to two amazing concerts and met some great people. Now back to the struggle of writing papers and trying to stay afloat. I don't think I will be going for the scholarship because I'm just too busy. I fell off my ladder today. These sentences won't make sense because it's 2 AM. 

Tomorrow I get to sleep in. 

I remember the writing on the walls. That feeling of sadness is there but I can't pinpoint it or make it large enough for me to cry. 

I'm planning on having a semi-relaxing Friday, with fishing. Before I have to be plunged back into work, editing, papers, etc. I feel like I'm chipping away at pieces, but I'm never finished. Trying to dig my way out while being slowly buried. And at the same time now I'm fighting with my mind to try and regain control. I just don't know what I'm going to do. One step at a time.

I wrote two songs, and made it through a week of breakdown before break. I was so close to crying so many times, and I still don't understand why. The stress I'm guessing just compounded, but now I'm semi back to normal. 

When did taking care of myself not matter? Because right now, it's one of the least important things, but I still think often about it. 

Song of the post: broken home-5sos.