I'm homesick for a home I've never had. I'm not homesick for the past. I'm homesick for the future. For the life I want. Homesick for the person I know I can be...but can't seem to become.
I hate being stuck. It is the worst. No - actually, stuck is not the worst - stuck at the threshold of unstuck is the worst. It's like the last half hour of an 8 hour drive. It feels like eternity and it's miserable. You've accepted and embraced and endured the first 7.5 hours and…
Sometimes we get second chances, sometimes we get consequences.
I am so tired of working on the problem - I am ready to start working on the solution.
At what point in our lives do mirrors begin to matter. There's this gap, between our babyhood fascination with them...and our adolescent obsession. For years we run around without concern - and then suddenly, assessing that image in the mirror becomes an integral part of our routine. It's strange...
Random is just reason unseen.
Being homesick, without a "home" to go home to. Is the worst.
I think I have a hard time talking about things, because I somehow feel more in control if I don't. As if talking to someone somehow gives them a sort of control over me. Or somehow takes control from me. I don't know; but I am pretty sure it has something to do with control.
Sometimes I'm so terribly afraid of failure, I refuse to even try.
One person may be your everything, but they can't be your only thing.