I've been considering dying my hair and changing some personal choices. But then, at what cost?
My mother told me the other day, when she was my age, she "threw" herself out there into the party scene because she was heart broken. She made many mistakes, having sex with multiple men, and ended up pregnant with my oldest sister.
I'm heartbroken too. And I want to "throw" myself out there, in hopes of love.
But I'm afraid now. Hearing her say that to me. I quietly said to myself, "I'm heartbroken too. Will I make those mistakes as well?"
I don't know what to do anymore. I have no passions in life. They were stolen from me. Taken away, and I have absolutely no idea if I'll find my passion for anything again.
I'm constantly on the verge of tears, yet there's something inside of me keeping them from flowing freely. Is it because I'm ashamed to cry alone? No... That's not it. More like, I'm tired of crying in the dark, by myself. When will I be found?
When will I be found?
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