Wake me up when tomorrow ends...

I hate days when I know that by the end of them, something is going to change. And it can change in a really good way, or in a really screwed up way. There are so many things that need to be said, but the issue is that I'm not really sure how to express them, to say it is complicated would be a severe underestimation. But things go beyond interpersonal relationships. A lot bigger things are at stake. What happens when I stand up in front of everyone and prove them right? Why did I even get bundled up into all this? Shouldn't I have learned by now?

Say something, anything to make it better, to hold me back. I hate that I do this to myself. I hate that I do it to you. We deserve to feel better about ourselves, to be brave and confident. It's our turn to be happy. But I'm on a different path, one I've been desperately trying to get off, yet it drags me along everywhere it goes, I can't seem to shake it. I try, believe me, I do. But it's like this gravitational force is pulling me deeper inside the vortex of all the things I dread...

I'm full of surprises, there are things about me, you would never grasp as true. I'm thinking about pulling one more unexpected thing tomorrow. Everyone would see it, everyone would react. One more surprise, which can set me free. Once and for all...