Last Night I


Cried myself to sleep (like a little bitch). I had so many thoughts fighting in my head over an upcoming event. An event that fills me with such happiness and pride. An event that is going to get me all teary eyed, and I will quickly blink it away. An event that also fills me with dread. I am already planning for the onslaught of questions and the need for a road map. I wish people would realize, and accept, the fact that I do things by my clock, not theirs. If only they would applaud my efforts of not being a statistic, even if it takes a while. My biggest hope is the pressure does not force a separation. Mind you, we are better than that; stronger than that. I just know this is going to be a long year or two. I do not want us to cave under the pressure.