Bruises

I'm pretty bruised right now. But the deepest bruises are the ones nobody can see...the emotional wounds, scars forming in my heart and mind. The others...they'll heal. They already are. And while they currently serve as a reminder of a night that I will remember forever...they will be gone soon, and that night of infamy will slowly fade from my consciousness and willnot constantly be at the forefront of my thoughts.

A testimony to my current insanity is written on my arms, chest, and head right now. A visual map of mistakes I've made. Of choices I've made. The stupid smart girl seems to be getting incrementally stupider by the day, and the story that I set out to tell (thinking it was over and done with) is still unfolding before me.

I am the type of person who truly believes that everything happens for a reason...even if we can't see those reasons at the time. Hopefully, I will one day be able to see the reasons for the direction my life is headed. I can only hope that the path I'm on leads somewhere good. There has to be a light at the end of the tunnel...right? Anyway, that's all for now. I'm going to cover up the bruises...internal and external as best as I can and head to class.