thoughts of 11/1
You make me want to write poetry, the kind that’s filled with melancholy.
I feel like my life has become a series of secrets and fantasy sometimes. I can’t distinguish between real feelings and make-believe sometimes. It’s all complicated. Ahhhhhh.
It’s November 1st. New months are always encouraging to me. I don’t want to mess up this time. I want to get back on track again, the track to happiness with myself. :(
