It is easier to type than write.
It is easier to judge that actually live the life you are judging.
It is easy for me to look and you and want exactly what you have.
Some days it is hard to look into the mirror and like the face gazing back at you.
Some days you wonder why you ever feel sad, why every moment can't fee like this.
Sometimes I hate you.
Every now and again I get lost in a song.
Once in a while a laugh until it hurts.
More often than I'd like to admit, I cry until it burns.
Sometimes I'm numb.
Most of the time I go through the motions and enjoy doing so.
It is easier to miss you than deal with the fact that you are gone.
Too often I think that a new town will fix everything.
Every time I have found to be wrong.
Life isn't the way any of us planned.
It leaves us confused, hurt, and with more questions than answers.
But it is uniquely ours.
Like it or not.