Daily Journal

I wish someone had told me that everything was alright. Since last winter i have been suffering the fate of having to bare a broken heart. As you get older you start to dismiss its exsistance because you question whether or not their is such a thing as love. For those who have not experienced it, you may feel that it is not for everyone but that is certainly not true. Things seem great as progression sets in; but after awhile as things seem to be evening out you start to feel the routine set in. Things arent as exciting as they once were and you miss that excitement. So naturally you go seeking for an alternative. More than often it is found and for awhile it seems to be working but then guilt sets in. It is an overwhelming emotion, one that cannot be easily dismissed. Your mind debates between whether to evade the truth and live your life in the shadows for the time being or to come clean and go all in. The answer that makes sense doesnt sit well because by fufilling it you even further betray the closest thing to your heart. Many nights pass as you lay sleepless in best, tossing an turning from the pressure your consciense feels. You sanity has now come into play. Every decision, every step in your daily routine comes into play and must fit like the pieces in a puzzle. You snap! Its two in the morning and you wake up the one next to you and confess, it is off your chest but the results are not in your favor. Should you have done it?