As I sit here listening to my Sweet November soundtrack, I try to think why life gives us burdens, gives us stupidity and gives us annoying things that eat at us. I try to think of choosing my own place, my own life, I have often written about it so many times it is becoming repetitive, but I wish I could choose my own place, I wish life gave us that option, to go somewhere, be with whomever and be whatever we wanted just by asking, asking hard enough.
As I sit here I really should realize that I do not have that option. Maybe that's what makes me so mad sometimes, the fact that I can't change or affect what I have, all I can do is live in it as hard as it is, and as much as it hurts me. I can only live.
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