Sadly, I acquired it from a Facebook status and therefore have no idea of where it originated from, or who, rather, but regardless it made me stop and think. Anyone who has known me in these past few months knows I've spent countless minutes, hours, weeks, trying to hold onto something that just wasn't meant to be. I've been fighting for something that just isn't worth fighting for. It's the worst feeling in the world to realize your goal is a lie. You've been racing to the finish line only to find out that it's a circuit track, not a straight shot. You're given the choice to go around the circle again, building up the curiousity and excitement of perhaps finally reaching that finish line, only to realize all that is handed to you is another chance to go around the track. After a while the excitement gets old; it's anticipated and loses its shine. I finally got to that point and stepped off the track, into the arms of the crowd that had been yelling the whole time. Not for me, but against me. They had been saying "What in God's name are you doing out there? THAT'S A CIRCLE YOU DUMB SHIT." I just heard muffled roars, assumed they were cheers, and kept going. Well you know what? Sometimes ignorance is not bliss. Sometimes it just hurts. I'm glad I finally heard the yelling of my friends for what it truly was.
Now that I'm off the track, in the presence of those that truly care about me, I feel a hell of a lot better about myself. I set new goals, or, rather, dug up old ones that I had set aside. I'm a young woman and need to focus on my education and my health. A relationship is not on my priority list.
That was a whole lot of bullshit that was written around a fucking race track because I'm sitting here, wasting away my time at home watching Ricky Bobby...
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28 days.

You express your emotions so clearly, Sara. I love that it is wonderfully easy to read and interpret your thoughts. Keep 'em comin!
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