Moonlit Musings From An Everyday Hellhound

Sometimes I sit here at night and wonder what life would be like, if I had done things differently, if I had valued myself a little more. If I had valued myself a little more, then maybe I'd be happier. Then again, I wouldn't have my kids either.  Maybe I'd be more successful but maybe then I'd also be a little lonely. Maybe I could do more things, have more money, have more fun, be more responsible and smarter. But then I remember I'd be chasing another dream, someone else's dream, wishing the grass was still greener.

There were days where she longed to feel anything. Other days she longed to feel nothing. Always a monster, never a friend, never to be trusted  and never to trust. She howled to the moon, breaking the silence of her thoughts, the night, breaking the mockery hidden behind fake smiles and empty pleasantries.  Forever a moon child, with a stronghold of beliefs where she often stands alone. Was being alone truly a burden? Why no, it's just a matter of perspective.