August 2011
4 posts
I miss you.
I can never really stay mad at you.
Please be fine.
I’m not fine, I’ve always been not fine.
But it’s unusual for me to see you like that.
I hate having to pretend that it’s ok, when it’s not.
I’m not ok. You’re not ok. Everything is not ok.
When will this stop.
I don't know.
I don’t know. I feel like I should start working. But my pride prevents me from doing so. Am I just lazy?
Or I just really don’t like what I’m doing?
I really just don’t like what I’m doing.
Confusion
This blog is meant to be a virtual well of hidden thoughts. It is not meant to be understood.
It is a puddle of confusion.
A Journey
I’ve started a journey.
And I don’t know where I’m heading.
Will this lead to a cliff, with the howling wind biting at my skin?
Or will it lead to sunrise?