The tides are changing.
I’m not afraid of the unknown.
I’m excited for what’s to come.
I’m finding myself focused more on the future.
The journey that’s coming closer into sight.
I go to countdown the days then stop myself.
I know there is magic in the now.
There is magic, happiness, in what’s in front of me.
ALOT can happen in 1 month.
But I’m sad.
I’m not happy, I’m sad.
Happiness is a choice but I’m sad.
Hell is being alone.
And I feel alone.
I think my biggest paradox within me is that I isolate myself when I deep down want to be with people.
I want to comfortably hang out with friends.
I want to be a little girl, I want to play!
I get invited out but I hide.
I had a man to hide with, but I had to let him go.
I leave for Peru in 1 month.
Everything will change, I hope.
I wish I was leaving tomorrow.
I wish someone was coming along with me.
To have new perspective off this island.