- Mom: Dad, I'm going to Victoria Secret to return some bras.. wanna go?
- Dad: Uh, no.
Sometimes I feel like I’m walking around in the dark in my own mind - too scared to move, but ready to run. There’s a lot that goes on in my head that even I don’t understand, but maybe I haven’t grown up enough to understand it. I hate these moments when I can’t fall asleep and I just feel like I’m walking around in circles concentrating on a thought.. that isn’t even there. It’s like I’m chasing something that I don’t understand and I’m just running just to run. I do that a lot, I guess. Run from things. Not physically, you know, but mentally. I wrap myself in things that distract me from what I’m supposed to do. I get really good at it. You know, to confuse myself to the point that I don’t remember what I was thinking of in the first place. Like I’m searching for something in the dark.. or maybe I’m just trying to find myself.
As mentally frustrated as I am right now, it feels really good to want to write. I just wish i had something to write about. any suggestions?