NYC

I don't think I'm ready for this. Starting over, once again. I'm tired of this life and the people that fill it endlessly stressing what I can and can't deal with. I keep seeing new signs that punch me in the stomach, knocking out my air, leaving me gasping for breath that can't cleanse the ache away. Why does this happen, over and over again. Endings. Beginnings. For some reason I just can't appreciate either one at the moment. I want to curl up in a ball and hum lullabies until I sing myself to sleep. I'm not afraid of the new, I can be nervous and curious and excited. But currently I am none of those things. I am just lonely. The stereotypical small town girl stuck in the big city.