where is my mind? really?
See, this is what I'm gonna miss when I come back home. I'm down here now, and everyone else is going out. Now if I was in Dublin, I probably wouldn't go out anyway, but here is the crux of the issue:
***I will be missing the option of having a social life, even if I don't exercise it that often***
It's scary, slightly. Giving up so much to my family; sometimes it feels like they are draining my life away, but then you think about how much you owe them. There doesn't seem to be a balance or equilibrium. This is what makes it so strange, the uncertainty.
Even when I'm out with the guys, I feel alone - like I always do, wherever I am. It's mad how only a few people know the real me, and even most of them only know 90% of me, there is always a hidden facet somewhere. I dont suppose I'll ever be 100% honest with anyone again, not after being hurt badly by the last person who knew the real me. It's a horrible realisation when it finally strikes you: there is no one you can truly tell everything about yourself to. Total honesty is a fallacy, a comfort for fools.
***I will be missing the option of having a social life, even if I don't exercise it that often***
It's scary, slightly. Giving up so much to my family; sometimes it feels like they are draining my life away, but then you think about how much you owe them. There doesn't seem to be a balance or equilibrium. This is what makes it so strange, the uncertainty.
Even when I'm out with the guys, I feel alone - like I always do, wherever I am. It's mad how only a few people know the real me, and even most of them only know 90% of me, there is always a hidden facet somewhere. I dont suppose I'll ever be 100% honest with anyone again, not after being hurt badly by the last person who knew the real me. It's a horrible realisation when it finally strikes you: there is no one you can truly tell everything about yourself to. Total honesty is a fallacy, a comfort for fools.