Home
Here I am, back at home. It's strange, very strange to be part of a family again. I have obligations and responsibilities, I have people who depend on me and expect things of me. I can't do whatever I want.
I think I'm finally understanding what it means to be mature. It's not glamorous or mystical or exciting. It's cold and hard and real, but it's deeply and foundedly good, even if it's unpleasant and it makes me want to cry at times.
I really don't know what to do. What's clear is that I can't do what I did before, that didn't work. Escaping and ignoring and living in my own little world far away is just not adequate anymore.
I think I'm finally understanding what it means to be mature. It's not glamorous or mystical or exciting. It's cold and hard and real, but it's deeply and foundedly good, even if it's unpleasant and it makes me want to cry at times.
I really don't know what to do. What's clear is that I can't do what I did before, that didn't work. Escaping and ignoring and living in my own little world far away is just not adequate anymore.