The recovering broken heart

It's hard growing up in a broken family. There are moments in the past that are hard to forget. I've been alive for 22 years and yet some part of me still feels broken. It's something that is difficult to mend. It has been almost a decade since my parents have left each other, leaving behind bits and pieces of what they couldn't put together as parents. I do have friends that keep me going while inspiring me subconsciously to go farther in life, but there are still times when I'm alone, the darkness of my past that is within me shrouds all over and covers the only light that I have inside me which keeps me going. That's how I am feeling right now. But then again, this feeling is temporary until I meet my friends again and meet new people. There's so much to live for, I know. And that is why I am still moving forward, slowly. But I'll get there, I just know it! I can see the bright blue sky ahead! I am fucking pumped up right now. Nervous, but pumped up. I'm starting work tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow. I'm venturing forth into this new field. Not sure where this road is taking me but I've got a good feeling. Let's fucking do this. >:)