Dream big, dreamgirls.
I think I had something profound to say, but I can't recall. I'm on my family computer, because mine looks like it needs several band-aids (and acts like it too) and I always feel uncomfortable exposing my thoughts on it. It won't even connect to the internet half the time wirelessly and all it's outlets are damanged.
I had lunch with my father today. Finally figuring out that I really enjoy the company of my parents one on one, but not usually together. We talked about me going back to school, and those apprehensions. Men (yes, in my life, Margot, they are men), and those apprehensions. Emotions, and those apprehensions. I asked him why I seem to take things so far to heart, to the point of exhaustion and become so passionate about the things around me. He didn't really have an answer, other than the fact that I am a unique person.
"You can't expect everyone to be as passionate as you." Well, why not?
On another note, it's hard to tell someone you don't love them without feeling like a horrible person. I didn't want to lie to myself. I think I had become the kind of person who was faking the relationship just for presentation and that warm cuddly feeling. Sure, that's nice to come home to, but it won't make you happy in the long run.
The world feels like an abyss, I'm just clawing my way through.
I had lunch with my father today. Finally figuring out that I really enjoy the company of my parents one on one, but not usually together. We talked about me going back to school, and those apprehensions. Men (yes, in my life, Margot, they are men), and those apprehensions. Emotions, and those apprehensions. I asked him why I seem to take things so far to heart, to the point of exhaustion and become so passionate about the things around me. He didn't really have an answer, other than the fact that I am a unique person.
"You can't expect everyone to be as passionate as you." Well, why not?
On another note, it's hard to tell someone you don't love them without feeling like a horrible person. I didn't want to lie to myself. I think I had become the kind of person who was faking the relationship just for presentation and that warm cuddly feeling. Sure, that's nice to come home to, but it won't make you happy in the long run.
The world feels like an abyss, I'm just clawing my way through.