I feel like I am always waiting for something to happen. Something worthwhile and spectacular. Anything to make me feel like I have something to live for. A Eureka moment. I am constantly waiting for it, but it never happens.
I am beginning to dread growing up. I am tired of seeing the ones I love die before my eyes. All this death that surrounds me is nauseating. Am I the one causing them to go? Am I poison? Slowly everyone I have ever loved is fading away before my eyes. My mirror is being consumed by faces of people I have loved and passed on. I do not want to add another face to stare back at me. Another face that death has claimed and I can no longer see. Why does this have to hurt so much?
I love my curls