Anxiety
Leaving Town
This weekend, Thursday night to be exact, I'm leaving the always sunny (except it's rainy today) weather of San Diego...and heading to Seattle, Washington. I have a strange anxiety about my trip. I have a lot of memories of Seattle from when I was there last. Some good. Some better. I have a strange anxiety about this trip. I have looked at housing prices in Seattle, and I have deeply considered moving there. Leaving what I know here. I haven't been able to move there yet. No, I haven't been able to leave here yet. I have so much here. I have it all.
But as Thursday approaches, I leave here for 5 nights to visit 2 friends from San Diego. They will most likely try and convince me to move there, which 50% of the time doesn't take much convincing.
I am mildly bipolar. Not for reals. But sometimes I feel like it. I just want to be alone sometimes. But when I'm alone, I want my 400,000 friends back. I can directly relate these feelings to songs I listen to as well. Through this entry, I've had my itunes running...and through this entry, I've changed my feelings 3 or 4 times. I've deleted, and all that. I don't know what to say, and I don't know how I really feel about wasting your time with this entry. I love you all, all 3 of you, and I don't ever want to sound like I don't love you.
what direction? life begins at the intersection
`jonnyups
This weekend, Thursday night to be exact, I'm leaving the always sunny (except it's rainy today) weather of San Diego...and heading to Seattle, Washington. I have a strange anxiety about my trip. I have a lot of memories of Seattle from when I was there last. Some good. Some better. I have a strange anxiety about this trip. I have looked at housing prices in Seattle, and I have deeply considered moving there. Leaving what I know here. I haven't been able to move there yet. No, I haven't been able to leave here yet. I have so much here. I have it all.
But as Thursday approaches, I leave here for 5 nights to visit 2 friends from San Diego. They will most likely try and convince me to move there, which 50% of the time doesn't take much convincing.
I am mildly bipolar. Not for reals. But sometimes I feel like it. I just want to be alone sometimes. But when I'm alone, I want my 400,000 friends back. I can directly relate these feelings to songs I listen to as well. Through this entry, I've had my itunes running...and through this entry, I've changed my feelings 3 or 4 times. I've deleted, and all that. I don't know what to say, and I don't know how I really feel about wasting your time with this entry. I love you all, all 3 of you, and I don't ever want to sound like I don't love you.
what direction? life begins at the intersection
`jonnyups