I wish...
I wish that there was an objective me that could tell me why I act in the ways that I do. And making matters worse, the closest person to an objective me is someone I can't really talk to this time.
I'm deathly afraid of being happy, and I don't really know why. The last couple of days have been so incredibly, beyond belief amazing, and yet...it's Monday morning, and I'm sitting in my office trying to figure out how to balance out this weekend.
It would be nice, if for once, I could just accept that sometimes good things just happen, but I can't. And I don't know why.
I'm deathly afraid of being happy, and I don't really know why. The last couple of days have been so incredibly, beyond belief amazing, and yet...it's Monday morning, and I'm sitting in my office trying to figure out how to balance out this weekend.
It would be nice, if for once, I could just accept that sometimes good things just happen, but I can't. And I don't know why.