Dreamland

what the hell

My emotions are on a constant loop.
I push them away during the day.
I have people there to hault them temporarily.

It's when I get home I feel the weight on my chest. Hear the sounds of the empty house with no love to give.

I sometimes feel like I should be apologizing for my despair. Other people whom I love are effected, but I can't help how I feel. If anything it's those people who make my heart a little heavier.

I sometimes wish my life was book.
I could delete and choose my own story. But life isn't like that, everyone tells you, you have a choice on how you live your life. Which is true, but to a certain extent.

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
I just hope I find out soon.
I just hope it's all going to be worth it in the end...