Mar 13, 2008 18:48
*Breathes Deep*
I'm Not Unhappy.
But sometimes, I look around and see people doing things, going places and living lives in the sun. Doing things I want to do. Doing things I could easily be doing as well. And I want to be there.
Every so often, I become all too aware of the bloodstain on the wall that I'm pounding my face against. That it's my blood. That I'm choosing every day to make it bigger. And I think about being somewhere else instead.
Like I said, I'm not unhappy. I'm just tired and every once in a while, something in you reminds you of that.
EDIT: I was going to post this without comment ability, I've decided not to take that route. I have tons of encouragement, I just needed to vent for a second.