person to person

I really want to start over. Push the reset button and wipe the slate clean. This time will be different. No more of the same mistakes. I know better now. I’m running out of excuses. Some things are just not meant to be. Nothing is for everybody.

Sitting still. Ready to wash away the past. There isn’t anything to look back on anymore. It all hurts. The joys are so faded, so used up, that its like white noise…you feel something, but its just another kind of numb. And all you’re left with is a faint hope that you’ll find your footing someday. Somehow all this will click.

Faint.

I’m running out of everything.