i was looking through my journal last night (i couldn't sleep), and i found something i wrote a while ago. i was amazed I was the one who wrote it. i thought it was pretty deep. and it made me feel SO much better. i have NO IDEA too. i'll have to find it again so i can type it up.
here it is
my woes are great,
but my happiness is greater,
even if i'm bawling in self-pity, i am content.
i control my life,
even if i cant control my sorrows.
theres a chance my death dates tomorrow,
but why worry about things you cant control?
i've learned i may as well live my life how i want to live it,
'cause i'm not eyre. *
*i think i was referring to the book Jane Eyre, but that was a while ago, i dont remember why.... (so dont ask)
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