I can't even believe I'm saying this, but ... I'm stuck again. Stuck between walls I never knew were being built. I guess I was so determined to reach my happy ever after that I wasn't paying attention to the world around me or who I was becoming in the process. And while I'm happier than I can ever remember being, it feels so unfamiliar, so foreign that I'm suffocating myself just to feel the pain I've always been accustomed to. Of course rationally I know that what I'm doing is complete and utter bullshit, yet the pieces of my heart and soul which crave for the stars, show no mercy when sacrifices are demanded of me in order to plummet towards the sky. It seems the very moment I got it all, I started planning on how I'll lose it all, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry. Sorry that I never grew up and that I never stopped dreaming, but most of all, sorry for being everything you ever wanted, and not in the slightest, what you deserve.
