We’ve made plans before. We’ve made decisions as well. When it was me deciding it wasnt ok. But when it was her it is.
If this is the case i will just go on my own.
My constant rants and writing signals a flow of thoughts that I cannot control. I tried to talk it out to a friend today but I felt that she wasn’t willing to listen so I stopped.
On days when I wake up and feel my chest constrict I try to find ways to ease it off. I try to lean on positive quotes, motivational pep talks from TED and devotions. I surf through the net to see what I can read or watch but often times what I watch or read are just a means to distract myself from reality.
To some home is their escape from tedious work and tiresome people chatter. To me, home doesn’t feel as comforting anymore.