Unraveled

25. There is something about that number and even something more about having that number attached to your being. I broke down today as I thought about 25 and how soon it would be gone. When I say broke down I mean crying really hard for like 15 minutes. I have to admit that even on my best days I am scared as hell and very unsure and insecure about my existence in this society.

Yeah, that was a pretty honest statement, but if you know me at all you know that I am bundle of honest confessions just waiting to be unraveled.

Today I realized that there is something happening inside me, something that I can't pinpoint (I know, your saying “its called growing up”). There is either a part of me that is dying or a part of me that the world is attempting to kill, either way there is death involved. That’s what I wept for today. The feeling of something inside of me trying to be destroyed that doesn’t want to be destroyed.

If you feel the need to comment on this post please use sincerity in your responses. I have not written this post looking for answers, I just felt like it needed to be written. To all of you that have read my posts week after week and month after month, thank you.

This blog is as much for you as it is for me.

“And everything that I said do,
like make the world brand new, take the time for you.
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn,
and the world spins madly on.”
~The Weepies