contrapposto:

No matter how sorry I want to feel for myself, or how pointless I feel it is to continue, tomorrow I’m going to wake up, and find that life didn’t get the memo; the sun still rose, my lungs still breath, and my heart still beats.

I honestly can’t remember why I felt like this or wrote it. I feel the exact same now, and think my circumstances warrants such feelings, however here’s to hoping next year I won’t remember why I feel like I do now. (I will.) ?