back to the good ol' writing about life days...
i say i like change, but it all honesty i hate it.
i hate it when i can't control what is in or out of my life.
its so hard for me to let go of myself. ive seriously become way too
selfish for me to handle.
and its retarded.
im missing out on so many new friends
and getting to know the old ones so much better
missing out on new experiences that will make
my life so much more exciting
i guess its cause i hate having the second best of anything
and when i can't get the best
i choke and settle for the worst or whatever i can get
(thats not about my friends right now btw)
and then im ruined for the next era of time until i can afford to take a breather
and soak in all the damage i have done to myself
got this unasked for peice of advice in an airplane flying back to dallas:
"i know what you are writing about. you are writing about your life, and how complicated and frustrating it is when the answer is so simple. we are all just humans all trying to survive."
i know there is something more
a calling that there is something bigger i am supposed to do or accomplish
someting more fulfilling than what i
am doing right now
and i know what i should do but i can't freaking bring myslef to that point
its sucha obvious answer but for some reason
my heart isn't into it and i keep beating around the bush
i hate it when i can't control what is in or out of my life.
its so hard for me to let go of myself. ive seriously become way too
selfish for me to handle.
and its retarded.
im missing out on so many new friends
and getting to know the old ones so much better
missing out on new experiences that will make
my life so much more exciting
i guess its cause i hate having the second best of anything
and when i can't get the best
i choke and settle for the worst or whatever i can get
(thats not about my friends right now btw)
and then im ruined for the next era of time until i can afford to take a breather
and soak in all the damage i have done to myself
got this unasked for peice of advice in an airplane flying back to dallas:
"i know what you are writing about. you are writing about your life, and how complicated and frustrating it is when the answer is so simple. we are all just humans all trying to survive."
i know there is something more
a calling that there is something bigger i am supposed to do or accomplish
someting more fulfilling than what i
am doing right now
and i know what i should do but i can't freaking bring myslef to that point
its sucha obvious answer but for some reason
my heart isn't into it and i keep beating around the bush