As thoughts collapse on each other in the middle of the night, I find myself being grateful and ungrateful for the same things.
Life has too many purposes and too many directions and I do not have any idea which one to pursue because, as it is repeated too often, life is way too short.
I want to achieve peace, which is all too fleeting, and I will one day achieve it: let’s hope that day is not the day I die.
I am not used to not getting what I want. Thankfully, I don’t want a lot of things.
But when I do not get what I want, it leaves me questioning myself and my abilities.
My self esteem plotted on a graph will be the same as that of cos (x.)
I’m leaving home in a couple of days and I don’t know how I’ll cope. Heck, I know how I’ll do. I’ll be absolutely fine.
The next four years are set up to be the most amazing of my life. But I don’t want the peak of my life so early on.
Sometimes I find myself wishing being old. It’s right up there with one of my more sadder wishes.
This blog was never meant to be personal but now it is.
I love and hate goodbyes at the same time. They allow for an outpour of emotion that would not be displayed otherwise but they drive me into a deep state of melancholy.
Hugs should last longer.
Welcome to the whirlwind that is my mind.