everything you think and everything you feel is alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright...
I think I may have found the secret to happiness…simply letting your true feelings show. Acting on instinct and holding back nothing. All bottled up emotion does is make you miserable. Yes, being ridiculed for your feelings is brutal, but I've done the bottled up thing long enough. It really has no redeeming value.
With that said...
It's been a really long time since I've written in here. Really written something... if I ever actually have. Sitting around, driving myself crazy with some certain thoughts I feel like I should be saying something important, pouring my heart out and showing my cards. Only problem is I really don't have that much to say. I'm feeling empty right now. Confused and empty. I'm wondering about certain things. Why situations have to be the way they are. Why I always, no matter what, end up feeling the way I do tonight. Sometimes it seems like I'm more affected by things than other people. I don't understand how they just let it roll right off their back... while I sit here and obsess over the little details. The dids and did nots. The mistakes. The actions and words.
Who knows what I'm really talking about.
Lately I feel like all I'm doing is waiting and not actually stopping to enjoy anything. I anticipate the future, cross off days on my calendar, count days, hours, minutes and seconds and when the time finally gets here... I'm only counting towards something else. There has to be more to life than these numbers I'm relying on to get me through the day to day.
When it comes down to it... I guess I'm not that happy.
maybe.
With that said...
It's been a really long time since I've written in here. Really written something... if I ever actually have. Sitting around, driving myself crazy with some certain thoughts I feel like I should be saying something important, pouring my heart out and showing my cards. Only problem is I really don't have that much to say. I'm feeling empty right now. Confused and empty. I'm wondering about certain things. Why situations have to be the way they are. Why I always, no matter what, end up feeling the way I do tonight. Sometimes it seems like I'm more affected by things than other people. I don't understand how they just let it roll right off their back... while I sit here and obsess over the little details. The dids and did nots. The mistakes. The actions and words.
Who knows what I'm really talking about.
Lately I feel like all I'm doing is waiting and not actually stopping to enjoy anything. I anticipate the future, cross off days on my calendar, count days, hours, minutes and seconds and when the time finally gets here... I'm only counting towards something else. There has to be more to life than these numbers I'm relying on to get me through the day to day.
When it comes down to it... I guess I'm not that happy.
maybe.