So I think I'm finally coming out of my depressed funk, it seems to come in waves and then eventually filters out amongst my everyday hustle. Ha! Yes even I too get depressed, contrary to popular belief. I'm not sure exactly what has made the difference, maybe breaking away from old habits, or getting out and meeting new people. Heck I even joined a gym. But I don't feel like I'm gonna break anymore, which is a good thing. Sometimes I just get so sad and I'm not even sure why. Obviously we can't be happy all the time, that would be ridiculous, much less impossible.

Tonight I dream, tomorrow I live, and I wonder, am I wasting my time on things that will hurt me in the end? It makes me sad to think that maybe I'll never truly find what I'm looking for, but what am I looking for? I want to find my place, my home, but where is that? Is it you? I'm not sure. But you don't know what you want either, you want something beautiful and surreal and I'm just too real for that aren't I? I'm not the picture perfect goddess that is your elusive dream girl and I never will be... Sorry