Lost
It's been a while. It's been a long, contemplative while. I don't mean just since I have written in my journal. I mean it's been a while since... a lot of things happened. I think I am starting to heal. I think. Knock on wood.
Sometimes I'll be walking somewhere and I'll just feel this wave come over me. It's this feeling of being really confused. Confused with who I am. Confused with what I want. Confused with life. I am still so thankful for everything and everyone and every experience I have. I don't think that could ever change. I just feel like someone has put a pillow over my head and I am trying to walk around with it on. I feel lost.
God, how I hate to be so typical. Every teenager is supposed to feel confused and want to find themselves. The thing is that I know who I am, most of the time. It's just that sometimes I get this feeling, as if I am not in the place I truly belong. But then I have to ask myself: If it's not here I belong, then where? Everything is sort of... jumbled.
I don't know what else to say. This means that I will stay silent.
Sometimes I'll be walking somewhere and I'll just feel this wave come over me. It's this feeling of being really confused. Confused with who I am. Confused with what I want. Confused with life. I am still so thankful for everything and everyone and every experience I have. I don't think that could ever change. I just feel like someone has put a pillow over my head and I am trying to walk around with it on. I feel lost.
God, how I hate to be so typical. Every teenager is supposed to feel confused and want to find themselves. The thing is that I know who I am, most of the time. It's just that sometimes I get this feeling, as if I am not in the place I truly belong. But then I have to ask myself: If it's not here I belong, then where? Everything is sort of... jumbled.
I don't know what else to say. This means that I will stay silent.