You remember that scene in Forest Gump when his mom dies and then Jenny leaves him and he just keeps running from one side of the US of A to the other? Do you remember? I remember. I know how he feels.
Today is one of those days where I wouldn't necessarily run but if you pointed me in one direction I think I could keep walking and walking and walking.
Last night I felt the anxiety creeping up on me. It's not like this day is difficult. I think it's more of a mixture of things. Sleeplessness, perfectionism, stress... on top of other things... just makes my heart cringe and my head hurt.
And I know what the majority consensus is: you'llsurviveit'sjustaflukeyou'llbefinejustremembertobreathe.
I would like for one person to just say... "let's go take a walk."
But instead, it's 8:30 in the morning. I feel like i'm gonna cry. And all I want to do is walk. I don't want to do anything but take a really really long walk.
yeah yeah... i know...
About Me
- I am Christina.
- The day my mother gave me wings was the day I started learning how to fly. I'm now realizing that it takes a lifetime to learn how to soar. This is my journey. Well, a part of it.
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