This is it, the end, the resolution, the aftermath, the revalation. Simply, no returns. No coming back to what I hope will be waiting for me, because nothing will be and I don't plan on retrogressing. There's no point, I don't hope on it.
I feel like a cracked egg during incubation. Everything that could have been died before it started, and I really can't do anything about it. I can't say it's my fault because I didn't push myself over the ledge. I didn't want anything to go downhill, into a bottomless pit labeled "dead end."
Can't say I moved on, but can't say I'm staying, waiting, confiding myself in a person who has turned the other cheek. No, I'm not about to slap the other half of your face. Look at me, face me.
Is this what you want to see?
Me
beating myself down
tears.
A blackhole where my thoughts are plummiting
the loss of self-respect in my eyes,
they don't shine as they used to.
I'm like the next tour-stop... "If you look straight ahead, you can see Eunice, the girl with the dullest shine in her eyes, and the joy dissolving every second. Seize the moment, take a picture! Remember it for the rest of your life, or atleast until you lose your camera."
Of course, my eyes still sparkle, but not for the same reason anymore.
My eyes are naturally watery, so they always seem to gleam...
If there's one thing you opened my eyes to, it's the realization of how to take chances. How to overcome anxiety and go for what scares you rather than what makes you feel safe. Do you know how many fears I overcame? It's enough to make a mediocre person die satisfied, but I'm not average nor satisfied.
That's why I'll take another step to the side, instead of moving foward or going back.
I'll let you know
Fry Ny...te.
Until then, I'll be me.
And after this week, I'll still be me.
But a more free Eunice.
I wont care, you don't care already.
I feel like a cracked egg during incubation. Everything that could have been died before it started, and I really can't do anything about it. I can't say it's my fault because I didn't push myself over the ledge. I didn't want anything to go downhill, into a bottomless pit labeled "dead end."
Can't say I moved on, but can't say I'm staying, waiting, confiding myself in a person who has turned the other cheek. No, I'm not about to slap the other half of your face. Look at me, face me.
Is this what you want to see?
Me
beating myself down
tears.
A blackhole where my thoughts are plummiting
the loss of self-respect in my eyes,
they don't shine as they used to.
I'm like the next tour-stop... "If you look straight ahead, you can see Eunice, the girl with the dullest shine in her eyes, and the joy dissolving every second. Seize the moment, take a picture! Remember it for the rest of your life, or atleast until you lose your camera."
Of course, my eyes still sparkle, but not for the same reason anymore.
My eyes are naturally watery, so they always seem to gleam...
If there's one thing you opened my eyes to, it's the realization of how to take chances. How to overcome anxiety and go for what scares you rather than what makes you feel safe. Do you know how many fears I overcame? It's enough to make a mediocre person die satisfied, but I'm not average nor satisfied.
That's why I'll take another step to the side, instead of moving foward or going back.
I'll let you know
Fry Ny...te.
Until then, I'll be me.
And after this week, I'll still be me.
But a more free Eunice.
I wont care, you don't care already.
Bye.
Fact: LOL I TREAT IT LIKE IT'S HOLY.