Apr 10, 2010 10:50
I don't know how I wound up here but I'm really enjoying life.
I've neglected to note quite a few events since leaving my job, such as leaving Dennis, eating into my savings, having a social life, and now I'm on my way to San Diego then right to Ireland, then to Phoenix.
Wish I had some friends in London or almost anywhere in Europe so I could fly to another city for a day or two. Maybe I'll just go to London alone for the day.
Find myself questioning at times..
Have anti-depressants changed me? Or have they facilitated me to being what I really am? Am I good? Am I worthy? Am I misguided?
This is not to say I am having an existential crisis.
Just that maybe I feel unworthy for what I have been given.
Didn't realize it until yesterday but I'm cycling out the old one piece at a time, it's kinda like moving house but throwing everything away instead of moving it. So is it wrong to throw away friends?
I'm not just throwing them all away, some, everything has a life span..
existential