~ extracted from paper ~
what's next?
i'm sitting on the hard wooden floor, in the middle of my room, admiring the stark tidiness of it. previously, i had furiously cleaned up my room; throwing away stuff that i've outgrown; stuff that just adds to the clutter; stuff that has become meaningless to me - stuff that has NO SPACE in my life anymore.
and i'm wondering, should he still have a place in my life?
because i've had my drunken night, and i've had my renewal and i have new things and new people to keep me occupied, and everything's changing so fast and so smoothly that i can't help but wonder, "is this it?!?"
i'm sitting on the hard wooden floor, in the middle of my room, admiring the stark tidiness of it. previously, i had furiously cleaned up my room; throwing away stuff that i've outgrown; stuff that just adds to the clutter; stuff that has become meaningless to me - stuff that has NO SPACE in my life anymore.
and i'm wondering, should he still have a place in my life?
because i've had my drunken night, and i've had my renewal and i have new things and new people to keep me occupied, and everything's changing so fast and so smoothly that i can't help but wonder, "is this it?!?"