I miss joy
I am so homesick. I don't think because I necesarily like home a lot and want to be there, but I feel myself needing to take a moment for me. I feel like I haven't had that for three months. I miss being able to take naps when I want them. I miss making crafts because I feel like it. I miss reading books on a sofa at Austin's coffee until I fall asleep.
I'm finding that I'm more disconnected and I flat out don't care.
But that's a bold faced lie because I truly do care. I'm bitter and I don't really know how to vent this is my vessel. I appologize in advance for whoever reads this.
These things are slipping from my hands, being pulled away from me as I try to grasp it firmly like a little child clutching an over-sized ball. I want to rip out ever chemical that makes me feel the way I do because by body is doing a pretty crappy job of it right now.
Am I not good enough?
Thank God for campers. They are the only reason I'm here.
I'm finding that I'm more disconnected and I flat out don't care.
But that's a bold faced lie because I truly do care. I'm bitter and I don't really know how to vent this is my vessel. I appologize in advance for whoever reads this.
These things are slipping from my hands, being pulled away from me as I try to grasp it firmly like a little child clutching an over-sized ball. I want to rip out ever chemical that makes me feel the way I do because by body is doing a pretty crappy job of it right now.
Am I not good enough?
Thank God for campers. They are the only reason I'm here.