gobbledegook
writing and rewriting literature review drafts that don't make sense... perhaps this is not the best time to go on livejournal. strangely, i feel a need to air out my thoughts in this cyber wasteland.
i am working on getting a sense of who i am. inside and outside. over the years, perceptions bleed and fade into each other. sometimes something stands out and that is what i am trying to hold on to. discard the impermanent, embrace the essence.
i have been making friends. it is a skill i never bothered learning but funny how it's changed so much of me. i start to peel away the layers and discover that i am different than the person i thought i had become.
acquiring new habits. i am a creature of habits. hiding in warm crevices, peeking out of pockets. i don't want to leave no mark. i just want to make my way around this place, safe in the knowledge that what i desire i will retain, and what i despise i can discard.
i feel happy. something is happening inside me and i'm not sure what to call it.
i am working on getting a sense of who i am. inside and outside. over the years, perceptions bleed and fade into each other. sometimes something stands out and that is what i am trying to hold on to. discard the impermanent, embrace the essence.
i have been making friends. it is a skill i never bothered learning but funny how it's changed so much of me. i start to peel away the layers and discover that i am different than the person i thought i had become.
acquiring new habits. i am a creature of habits. hiding in warm crevices, peeking out of pockets. i don't want to leave no mark. i just want to make my way around this place, safe in the knowledge that what i desire i will retain, and what i despise i can discard.
i feel happy. something is happening inside me and i'm not sure what to call it.