It's been a week of testing my patience, my mind, my heart, my willingness, my strength, my belief in that eventually everything will get better.
It just takes time, things will pick up, my hair will grow back, i can’t go back to my old life, but i can start a new life and make it my new ‘normal’ life.
Because sometimes we just have to understand that things change and we can’t do anything but adjust, adjust and adjust.
But all i want to do is rush, rush, rush, press fast forward or hit rewind, i don’t want to live this current life — it’s too much, it’s not enough, and i’m afraid i’ll never be satisfied.
I can only try, and i will.