Life has been rocky lately. I’m either undefinably up or so far down its suffocating. Its hard sometimes to pin-point the instigation of either high. I find that “therapy” is surprisingly therapeutic…lol imagine that. I define “therapy” as having someone to talk to. Not someone to dissect what I’m saying but someone to just listen, to let me ramble on about nothing at all.
I feel like I’m in limbo right now; stuck in between the rest of forever and wow I’ve really come this far. Teetering on the edge of reality is a high in itself. I wake up in the morning never knowing what is in store, emotionally or physically. Some days I just really wanna get in my car and drive and never look back; start anew. But when I think about that on a realistic level I realize I’d be leaving everything I’ve ever wanted behind.
I do know that I am truly blessed, but sometimes I find that there’s something missing. Maybe its my age talking, but sometimes I just feel like I’m missing out on something. I long for the day when I never feel that way.
I guess I just want Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome to walk into my life or to open his eyes; whichever may be the case. Sometimes I just wanna cuddle.