Tuesday, 10 May 2011
a hand to hold
Some days it almost destroys me. Some days the disappointment settles into my chest with the weight of several anchors, dragging me down.
Some days I need a hand to hold and a tummy to lay my head on, and some days I need other people to believe in me.
Because although I'm trying to learn to feel better without needing to constantly rely on other people, some days are too heavy with tears. Some days I just need to be told who I am and why I am worth keeping around.
(Also, this Noah and the Whale thing is getting out of hand. How can a band singing I do believe that everyone has one chance to fuck up their lives and accompanying that sentiment with violins expect me not to fall head over heels in love with them?)