cold bowl of cereal in hand.
coheed and cambria "wake Up" playing loudly on my laptop.
im trying to relish the beautiful things.
the very few real and nice people ive encountered.
my days are filled with routine.
my thoughts are routine.

a long while ago i was hurt. by many people. a cluster of them.
i never took the time to mourn or heal. i just kept pushing and now i think its catching up to me.
if a boy liked me i pushed him away even if i was interested.
if someone wanted to be my best friend i said they werent good enough and i didnt need one.
and where has that left me exactly?

i knew someoone would come and repair me.
it was just a matter of waiting and being out. ready for that person to arrive.
i dont think theres a person anymore.
heres another bloody winter. heres another season of myself.