I think I’ll be okay. I think the very fact that I’m constantly thinking about things and thinking about myself – aware and reflective – instead of acting rashly and passionately, outlines that. I haven’t jumped off the cliff yet, and no matter how much I whine, I don’t think I ever will. I’ll keep […]
I’m sorry, brain. I know you’re overstimulated right now. I’m such an idiot. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I wish I could take it back.
Up and down, and ’round and ’round… Everything seems to repeat itself. I think it’s gone, and it comes back around. If I were so compelled, I think I could make a list of recurring themes in my life. (Thankfully, I think I still grow, somewhat, in the process… or I’m deluding myself in discomfort.)
And if it’s where I am, it’s still me. I was looking up at the sheets of parceled clouds and the glowing moon in the violet night sky, mesmerized by how the former flowed softly over the latter. I found myself wishing I could do that all the time – perhaps if I lived in […]
I feel like I just chased my father away with my coldness, and now I feel lousy. It’s just that he’s such an inconvenience and a burden, but he doesn’t mean to be an inconvenience and a burden. For all I know, I could be an inconvenience and a burden to him.