The World is Yours.
Couldn’t get any sleep tonight; stared blankly into the television reminiscing memories, diving back in forth into a muted television and back into my thoughts.
Just got out of the bathroom.
Seems that I’m on my period; 28 days exactly.
My left boob is aching. I wonder if that’s some sort of symptom of my pmsing.
Haven’t completed the research paper that’s due Tuesday.
This is my first entry in for what seems a year. Jasmine’s in Iraq. Alex turned 29, and I’m bleeding from my crotch.
I figured out why I cop out on people.
I’m sorry to yall.
I’m just really insecure apparently.
I can’t get proper rest lately.
I’m a yo-yo dieter. I’m a procrastinator. I think I may need hypno-therapy, maybe then I can get some rest?
I realized I made myself believe I can salvage something that’s left a year ago.
Thought I can mend a friendship that’s non-existent, and forge something that’s meaningless.
I’ve manipulated myself into believing I could potentially like someone, who plays twenty six songs on blast before acknowledging I’m still on the phone, while I’m asking myself if I'm on boiling points.
I want to travel; go around the world and find perspective.
Travel and have to question if I really want to come back to all this;
Go and see that I wasn’t the person I was when I started the journey and know that the old me hasn’t left a trace.
Why did it take me a year, a month, and 20 days to find out that time can’t stand still, but if we want it bad enough we can stunt our memory growth and keep the same mentality for some time period?
I wish I could just walk all day; just always walk forward not ever having to retrace my steps, as to seem I’m going backwards in life.
I wish I had more time to do things; have time to make things work.
Have time on my side.
I’m sorry to those I’ve been distant to.
Those I’ve told I would call, or see.
I’ve just been needing time to me.
Haven’t had urges to see anyone, seems that I just need time alone.
At night I wonder, “Will I make it in life, or will I be a failure? Will I have children and a home of my own, or will I barely make ends meet?”
I dread what lies before me.
Is this anxiety?
Why can’t sleep at night?
Why do I find flaws in others; is it that I'm incapable?
Who am I?
I apparently can’t keep a simple train of thought.
Probably won’t post for another few months/weeks.
I still read up on you guys. Well...every once in awhile.
Just got out of the bathroom.
Seems that I’m on my period; 28 days exactly.
My left boob is aching. I wonder if that’s some sort of symptom of my pmsing.
Haven’t completed the research paper that’s due Tuesday.
This is my first entry in for what seems a year. Jasmine’s in Iraq. Alex turned 29, and I’m bleeding from my crotch.
I figured out why I cop out on people.
I’m sorry to yall.
I’m just really insecure apparently.
I can’t get proper rest lately.
I’m a yo-yo dieter. I’m a procrastinator. I think I may need hypno-therapy, maybe then I can get some rest?
I realized I made myself believe I can salvage something that’s left a year ago.
Thought I can mend a friendship that’s non-existent, and forge something that’s meaningless.
I’ve manipulated myself into believing I could potentially like someone, who plays twenty six songs on blast before acknowledging I’m still on the phone, while I’m asking myself if I'm on boiling points.
I want to travel; go around the world and find perspective.
Travel and have to question if I really want to come back to all this;
Go and see that I wasn’t the person I was when I started the journey and know that the old me hasn’t left a trace.
Why did it take me a year, a month, and 20 days to find out that time can’t stand still, but if we want it bad enough we can stunt our memory growth and keep the same mentality for some time period?
I wish I could just walk all day; just always walk forward not ever having to retrace my steps, as to seem I’m going backwards in life.
I wish I had more time to do things; have time to make things work.
Have time on my side.
I’m sorry to those I’ve been distant to.
Those I’ve told I would call, or see.
I’ve just been needing time to me.
Haven’t had urges to see anyone, seems that I just need time alone.
At night I wonder, “Will I make it in life, or will I be a failure? Will I have children and a home of my own, or will I barely make ends meet?”
I dread what lies before me.
Is this anxiety?
Why can’t sleep at night?
Why do I find flaws in others; is it that I'm incapable?
Who am I?
I apparently can’t keep a simple train of thought.
Probably won’t post for another few months/weeks.
I still read up on you guys. Well...every once in awhile.