Diary Entry 32.
Chasing the Wind
I am tired. I am exhausted. I do not have the energy to tread around people people.
I have convinced myself that I like the emotional distance, I thrive in solitude, I covet for lack for contact. Yes I am compromise and adapt, but there is a limit to that, there is a limit to how much I can compromise and adapt.
Well, it appears that I have quite a significant amount of anger built up in me. Though why am I not surprised? I am so used to suppressing how I feel, to not showcase my vulnerabilities, to not burden others, that I doubt people can truly tell how ing messed up I am. But that is an exhausting façade to maintain and sustain, thus quality alone time is required for me to refuel myself.
Or so I thought. Yet these days I find my mind wandering towards a certain place, towards a certain someone.
Why am I so indecisive?
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