If I could I think I would sleep a year away.
Maybe thats what this girl needs.
Take a year off.
From everyone and everything.
And maybe when I'd return things would be different, possibly better.
For I have defeated myself.
And yet this is not the first time.
But maybe this is the last time.
But thanks for being there and being my shoulder within the past few days.
I appericate it.
My mind is such a clutter.
I need to do some cleaning, maybe then things would be better.
I still like the idea of sleeping a year away.
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