I feel mind-numbingly dumb in my heart. In my soul. In my body.

It’s like I’m always hungry and I go to the candy store always with twenty  cents, and the cheapest candy well I need about thirty pennies more.

I don’t fake my happiness, but this emptiness I can’t simply ignore.

So every day I pray a little bit more for about two things. The one I miss the most, and my body a new person it’ll host. 

Life is a journey and my mom says everyone will experience heart break once or twice in their life. So I’ll wait it out, slowly save my Lincolns .