I will take out my notebook again

And try to look at the same Page, Several times, Several times, Reading the same lines again. Even though my eyes might get blurry, Even though my eyes might get distracted, Even though my eyes might fall close, Even though my eyes might tremble, Even though my eyes might be dry, Even though my eyes might be full od tears, Even though my eyes might be bigger, Even though my eyes might be smaller, Even though my eyes might not quite see because of the night, Even though my eyes might get blend by the light that shines through my window. I still can use my brain and hands. I will never feel the same anyways. I open my notebook: *Goals* - defend - be cold - stay kind - intervine when you feel do to So - ignore, answer with smiles My note book is silly. Goal? I crossed it out. *representing myself* I won't hold onto that. But good I did the effort. My parents than won't take my phone away again.