I’m tired if being just right in between content and not okay. I never know when I’ll just tip over the edge. I need to know I’m not alone but I’m exhausted and everyone I know left.
I’m stuck.
I want to say if I leave, go transfer colleges out of state or anywhere really, everything will be okay but I can’t know for sure. It just feels like I’m running away from my problems.
Sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing here. I think I’m having the year off to find myself, I convince myself I’m okay but I’m not. I’m not okay and I’m tired of trying to force myself to be.
It’s not easy. Every one in my life is gone by the time I realize I need them.
It’s raining and I miss you more than I care to admit.
I wonder if it’s raining where you are. It is here.
It’s also nearly 4 in the morning and you consume my thoughts now more than ever.
What happened to me?
I’m different and socially awkward.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
At the heart of our matter as human beings, really the best thing of all is passion. Passion for another person, for a job, a cause, an idea, a place…. passion for a book when it’s good enough to light up the inside of your head. Perhaps that’s what IT is all about— our Purpose: trying to furnish your life with so many different kinds of passion that everywhere in it there is something that fills you to bursting and makes you want to tell the whole world about it.
(Source: facebook.com)