- I need to finish this semester's workload.
- I rely too much on my communication with friends to keep up the good mood.
- I wait for him to sign on and speak to me.
- I don't write enough.
- Where is my point of view?
I would rather be alone meandering through these thorny tangles of thought than cling to those beautiful meadows, which I have only seen glimpses of. I will no longer ask someone to walk these roads with me, or to plead with them to see as I do. Silly me.
I am antiquated and a square. Cold and frigid, as he once teased.
That doesn't mean that I want to separate myself from people; I figure if anyone really wishes to get into contact with me they will find a way. I would rather work toward finding a niche where I can be diligent and see the fruits of my labor.
I want to create myself, not be overwhelmed with all the choices.
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