…when we’re not even reading the same book?
My thoughts sometimes get the best of me. I think to a fault. My mind gets caught up in trivial things until my head spins. And then, I don’t know what to think any more. I feel like I live in a completely different universe than other people. I feel like I’m holding my breath, sitting still waiting for life to begin. Everybody else seems to be living life from day to day, enjoying their world the way it is. I want to live in the moment. But I feel like I can’t. There’s always something more I’m wanting, something that seems too far out of reach.
I’m left alone in my mind, and I think dark thoughts when I’m lonely. Staying positive has never been one of my strong points. I’ve been alone way too long. I miss my friends, and I miss my love. I don’t understand myself; that’s probably part of the problem. I think I know what I want, but when I get it, it’s not enough. People like me drive me insane. I feel like the biggest hypocrite ever.