It's that time of year again. No, it's not Christmas, it's the eve. I don't have much time to pen this. Let alone vet it for the countless mistakes and sporadic thoughts that usually come with impromptu writing.

I'm not in trouble yet, but I can't shake the feeling. Things aren't going to get any easier. I know that for a fact. Things will always get harder, more challenging and as I write, I know that things may not go the way I think I need them to. But nonetheless, I continue to fight for what I believe in.

I'm scared. Who wouldn't be. There's only so much a girl can take. Only so much that I can wish for. And at the end of it all, I can only hope that it's all worth as much as I believe it does at this moment. Ironic, considering I hate the word 'moment'. It's given me nothing but anguish.

It can't be helped though, it's not anyone's fault but my own. It is after all my choice. I find that right now, I can only hope that I will be strong enough. Strong enough to pick up the pieces when you shatter me again.