My junior year of college was all about self-identity.  The newest lesson for my senior year was supposed to be self-understanding; understanding why I am who I am.  But I believe that I lost myself along the way.

I no longer take moments for myself; I no longer indulge in self-love.

Lately, I have been spiraling in confusion of trying…but trying for what?  I’m trying so hard for everything but yet trying so hard for nothing at all.

I’ve been a leaf during a tornado sitting still.

Finding self again is the must before I can find self-understanding I guess.

〈〈♥Brianna, the Sunflower♥〉〉