A different kind of life
Late at night my true emotions that I have tucked away come luring out. Some would call it melodrama, but I call it an epiphany. Whatever its term or meaning, its a bit of my own intuition telling me something is not right in my life. Tonight I have decided that I am lonely. I'm very involved in school during the workweek, but the weekends are particularly difficult. So I have decided that I need to stop meandering in my own puddles of self-sorrow and actually DO something about it. I need to get a hobby, find a job, throw myself into any kind of activity that will allow me to preoccupy myself. Or maybe I just need to get comfortable with just being me. I suppose there isn't anything wrong with hanging out with myself. It's not ideal, of course...but it could be worse. Some of the clients I have seen don't even have their own identity or consciousness. They're just hanging out with- their shell? Hmmm....the "living dead". Interesting. How morbid. I think it's because I am up late. I suppose it's time to go to bed.