Color me fatigued.
I'm slowly realizing I still don't know who I am. It seems like such a clichéd journey, 'to find themselves...' but it's so true. What the hell/why the hell am I doing all this? Where am I suppose to go after this? Is it all worth the sacrificing that I'm doing? Aren't most sucessiful people suppose to be out there and learning, and by learning I mean by making mistakes? Then, why the hell can't I? For once I want to go out there and mack a fucking big ass mistake. A huge one. Who cries for a mistake anyway? Well I wouldn't know, because I don't even know myself. I like a giant exoterical melodrama. Maybe that's what I want...
I'm also slowly realizing that my friends, the ones I really consider good friends, aren't how I precieve them to be. With a few words from someone today, I've realized usual my feeling of comfort and respect is unilateral. I don't know, it's just little things I guess. And as always, one should know little things add up to compose larger problems, as they have presented such here.
So again, I'm just going to pick up these figures of misconstrued fallacies of sucess and comfort, and try to build my own little wall up again.
I'm also slowly realizing that my friends, the ones I really consider good friends, aren't how I precieve them to be. With a few words from someone today, I've realized usual my feeling of comfort and respect is unilateral. I don't know, it's just little things I guess. And as always, one should know little things add up to compose larger problems, as they have presented such here.
So again, I'm just going to pick up these figures of misconstrued fallacies of sucess and comfort, and try to build my own little wall up again.