Saturday

Really seems like a broken record, this Christmas and last were and will be the same, at odds, not in love, co-existing, I am completely starved to just feel wanted, I know I have to make my life better, I know it will hurt some, but nobody is happy this way anyway, I am accepting the things to come, and each being away from each other, in fact have had my inner voice ask where I seen myself in a year, you know, I never have had a vision of happiness until now, sometimes, that happiness we have to craft and make it for ourselves regardless of others, knowing that some hard decisions have to be made, in order to have that brighter tomorrow, much love.