Let’s just pretend that I’m laying on a therapist’s couch. And on that couch I’m completely freaking out! I’m not sure what I want to feel. I feel scared and vulnerable but it is already what it already is.
I used to think I would never be in this situation but the odds aren’t in my favor anymore. I want to weep into someone’s chest and feel remotely better.
I’ve looked onto many sites that say they are capable of telling me how my future, personality, flaws, etc are. You give them your birthday and they automatically know how the outcome of my life will be? Now, that’s just weird.
It’s sad how some people.. ahem, girls, think that by following someone on instagram or liking their statuses on facebook or shooting someone a random text after how many years is going to make that person talk to them. Obviously, they don’t want to talk to you or care if you’re trying to make yourself noticeable.
My advice? Don’t try to weasle your way back into the present.
When you think you know your game plan but you realize you have to think over it some more..
I want to make a decision and I might have already made one but is it going to work out? I need something or someone to tell me that I’m making a decision that’s going to benefit me in some way. I need alone time but that just sucks. Sitting there, alone and moping around and thinking of losing the person or forgiving them.
In my opinion, my opinion matters the most. So everyone, shut the front door.
I don’t know how I thought last year or the year before that and so forth. I feel like I have had this mentality, what it may be, for the longest time.
I understand that I have growing up to do, I understand that I am becoming an adult, but I just can’t seem to understand how things change over time.
How does my mind prosper if I feel no different? Every day I think the same thoughts, every day I experience the same flow of thought, how do all these days add up perfectly to show me how different I’ve become?
I don’t understand it.
I need to stop wasting my time on things that I’ll never understand.
But that’s what’s hard.
How do I know what could and what could not be understood?