I’m at this point in my life where I am truly lost. I don’t know where to go or where to start. I’m really starting to question my true purpose on earth. Everything is coming so fast yet so slow at the same time. Everyday is the same routine.
Dreams. Reality. Me.
I despise the work because I’m compelled to do it, daily. It’s a constant reminder of what I am not and where I remain. I admire the work because it provides mental stimulation and financial support for things still in my mind.
My dashboard has been virtually dead for three days now! I guess school and other things have all of my friends busy. I miss ya’ll. Lol I guess this means I should get off some too huh?
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as an escape.
One of the best feelings is knowing that you’re wanted. Knowing that someone wants to talk to you, wants to know how you’re doing, wants to se you. Whether they pick up the phone to send you a quick text or stop by your house to catch up, someone or something reminded them of you specifically. It just feels really nice to know that you’ve been on someone’s mind and that they care enough to let you know that.
Learning to be my own best friend. Can’t count on no one for shit but disappointment.