The morning was so beautiful. I drove to school with so much enthusiasm for the day and in general. There are so many good things going for me right now. Why do I let one facet of life drag me into the pits? I'm so weary of it all. I just want to keep walking away and never be forced to look back. Why isn't it that simple? It could be. I need to be free and have needed this freedom since I was born. It is my birthright. It is ridiculous that I have to fight for something that should have always been mine. Most of all, though, I'm tired of needing to be so strong. Being tough is part of me now, and I can see how that, too, has always been something to claim for myself. Except that doesn't mean I have to like it. If that makes any sense. I wish I were able to paint the portrait of my life in a softer shade of purple.
And we won't even get started on how I couldn't stop to watch the snow gently falling like magical puffs of cotton because the clock is quite the taskmaster.