Open letters full of things I would like to say. Think of it as the typed version of the "Dear _____.... Love always, Me." conversation. Honesty is my policy.
15 September 2010
How the bl**p did I end up here?
*image from here
Have you ever asked yourself that?
I am very aware of how easy it is to get lost in the physical world (aka while driving/in a foreign country etc).
But I'm talking about life here, people.
At 23, this is not where I pictured myself. I can't say that I'm starving or homeless or lacking for comforts that some people kill for, I'm simply stunned at where I ended up compared to where I thought I'd be.
Even more stunning, is that it's harder then I thought it would be for my dreams not to come true.
I guess that's just the idealist in me? Though I don't think that imagining myself with a job and an apartment, possibly even being in a relationship with a guy I'm crazy about (though that may be stretching it).
Stupid feelings. I need to stop letting them rule my life (according to my therapist at least).
Sleep well, foks.
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