A Very Hot Sunny Day
Today is one of those days where I just stayed home. I watched the Mavs-Lakers game with my brother, ate lunch, read a book, and took a nap. I'm not really used to these kinds of days - those long ones (and hot ones) at that. I'm not the type to sulk really about being alone. I usually just sulk on a few things about my life, namely: how routine it can get and the never-ending pressure that I put on myself to be good in anything that I can do. Hence, pretty much, I've been frustrated and discontent about my life. Apparently, these things also come up every time, I'm not doing anything - those stale moments where I really have no choice but reflect.
I'm particularly reflective about one aspect of my life but I know I shouldn't. I should just go with the flow. But I can't help it. There really are days when I just want to listened to. I want to feel happy. I want to be in cloud nine. I need that to preserve my sanity. Long weeks ahead. Another school year ahead. I just want to feel good. I find myself slowly being emotionally dependent.
I'm particularly reflective about one aspect of my life but I know I shouldn't. I should just go with the flow. But I can't help it. There really are days when I just want to listened to. I want to feel happy. I want to be in cloud nine. I need that to preserve my sanity. Long weeks ahead. Another school year ahead. I just want to feel good. I find myself slowly being emotionally dependent.