You’re not who you thought you’d be.
He’s not who he said he was.
They didn’t care as much as you wanted them to.
Life is harder than you were prepared for.
Dreams die quicker than they should.
Sleep is way too fleeting.
Rest is almost impossible.
And somewhere along the way you just gave up.
But maybe you are who you’re supposed to be?
Yeah he sucked, but maybe the next guy won’t?
They weren’t your real friends and you knew it.
Disney is bullshit.
Dreams only die if you let them.
I mean, basically, you still won’t sleep.
Make time for rest. Demand it.
Giving up is not an option. Pour some coffee, turn on some music, put on some red lipstick and get your ass out there.