"BOOM!" Just like that. The front end of her car was finished. The headlight on the left side, shattered.
Today, I hit a car.
In a lot of ways that headlight was my life, cracking under pressure. Always being subject to someone else's ideas or opinions.
Until now, Until the external chaos and disaster has become too much. And I just gave up. I surrender to all of the awful things happening around me.
That headlight was so much more than broken glass. It was a symbolof the expectations put on me by everyone else that I will never concievably be able to reach.
It was the fear that someday someone would realize that I do not have it all together.
It was the facade that I wear, every. single. day. That I have hidden behind for so long.
As tears streamed down my face, I broke. Just like that headlight. But for so many different reasons.
I broke because I will never be that girl.
Because I'm always stuck in situations where I care so much and everyone else cares so little.
Because I am living in someone else's reality.
I broke because its just too hard. I can pretend all I want but none of my problems are going away.
A just like that headlight, I can't handle it.
But here's where the headlight and I differ, you can't fix me with a couple hundred dollars.
Truth is, I dont know if you can fix me at all.
Maybe I'm just better off broken.
Love&Rockets
Aggie
Just like all adults pretend to be grown ups, so do those of us who appear to have it all together pretend. Life is a facade and only a few will ever accept it and share the truth with others. Welcome to the club...I call us Realists projecting Romanticism
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