backhurry up tomorrow
hurry up tomorrow
the weight of yesterday still lingers, but for the first time in years, it doesn’t press so heavily on my chest. i have spent too long drowning in regret, chasing fleeting highs that only left me emptier. the ghosts of my past may never fully fade, but i no longer let them dictate my future. there was a time when i thought i was beyond saving, too broken, too lost, too far gone to ever climb out of the abyss i had created. but i was wrong.
tomorrow comes whether i’m ready or not, and i’ve decided to meet it on my own terms.
the echoes of REDACTED voice still creep in during the quiet moments, whispering words i once let define me. liar. disgrace. but i no longer shrink from them. i no longer let them shape who i am. they are remnants of a life i no longer belong to, scars that remind me of the road i traveled but do not control where i go next.
i am not the man who wandered the streets, looking for an escape at the bottom of a bottle. i am not the man who let love slip through his fingers, too afraid to hold on, too desperate to run. i am not the man who let his demons win, who let his past dictate his present.
i am still healing. some days, the weight of it all is unbearable, and the darkness threatens to pull me under again. but i fight. i choose to fight. not just for myself, but for the people i hurt, the ones i pushed away when i was too lost to see clearly. i make amends where i can. i take accountability. i face the pain instead of numbing it. it is the hardest thing i have ever done, but it is also the most important.
the past cannot be rewritten, but the future is mine to shape. i will never be the boy i was before the world hardened me, before the losses and the heartbreaks and the self-inflicted wounds. but i can be something better. someone who acknowledges his mistakes but does not let them define him. someone who loves fully and honestly. someone who no longer runs from himself.
i don’t know what tomorrow holds. maybe peace, maybe struggle. but i will meet it head-on.
for the first time in a long time, i am not looking back. i am moving forward.
hurry up, tomorrow.
“i kinda hoped for a happier ending…“
“for us? wrong city, wrong people.”