I DON’T NECESSARILY FEEL much like doing anything today.
And for some reason, it’s hard to keep my head up — difficult to believe with the improvement in weather conditions, lack of homework, and absence of a legitimate excuse to be down.
Maybe it’s because I feel as though I’m giving up on my yearnings and telling myself that’s all they will ever be — aspirations, with no chance of ever being lived out. I get this way each time I pause too long for negative thinking, then begin to assess my life and all of its shortcomings. Really, I am not as unsuccessful as I peg myself to be; however, for as critical a person I am, it is hard not to approach oneself in an opposing manner.
I dropped my camera on the floor. My hands smell like onions. All I want to do is sit here and eat chocolate! Sleep, eat, create, and drink white chocolate mochas! All I want to do is find my place!
It is at this moment that I reiterate the words of Jenny Curran:
“Dear God, make me a bird, so I can fly far, far far away from here.”
A dreadfully Debbie Downer of a post, but why fake it. I need a getaway.
“Never forget how amazing you are!”
Copy, paste. Tell a friend. For if I cannot be happy at this moment, bring happiness to someone else.
Over, out —
jc
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hey. you. look around. you’re different than everyone else. so don’t talk like that. at least, don’t ever believe yourself.