Hemingway would call me depressed or stupid...
I don't know what happened and I don't know what changed...but somehow all of the negativity: the sadness, the anger, and the lonliness that I've been feeling have just melted away.
I've learned how to be alone and be ok without playing the isolation game. I'm starting to learn when it's ok to stand up for myself and when angry words are better left unspoken. Things are far from perfect but the past few nights that I've been out with friends, listening to music, smoking cigarettes, and doing God knows what else on our random adventures, I've been close to feeling what "The Perks of Being a Wallflower"'s Charlie would call "infinite".
Ernest Hemingway once said that happiness in intelligent people was the rarest thing he knew. Maybe I'm more unsatisfied than I'm willing to admit, or maybe I'm not as smart as conceit would lead me to believe.
Either way, all I know is that for the first time in months, I genuinely feel like everything is ok.
It is now March 1st, 10 days before my 19th birthday. It's a beautiful day and it's nice to know that winter is finally on its way out.
I've learned how to be alone and be ok without playing the isolation game. I'm starting to learn when it's ok to stand up for myself and when angry words are better left unspoken. Things are far from perfect but the past few nights that I've been out with friends, listening to music, smoking cigarettes, and doing God knows what else on our random adventures, I've been close to feeling what "The Perks of Being a Wallflower"'s Charlie would call "infinite".
Ernest Hemingway once said that happiness in intelligent people was the rarest thing he knew. Maybe I'm more unsatisfied than I'm willing to admit, or maybe I'm not as smart as conceit would lead me to believe.
Either way, all I know is that for the first time in months, I genuinely feel like everything is ok.
It is now March 1st, 10 days before my 19th birthday. It's a beautiful day and it's nice to know that winter is finally on its way out.