Dread… I don’t feel lost within, but outside, yes.
I know what I want. I have a hard time weighing options though.
Moving across the country is a big thing. I don’t want to go back. I thought I did, but… I don’t. I know when I get there I’ll either be surprisingly pleased, or dreadfully depressed.
I just want to live my life… I just want to be who I am. I have surrounded myself with eroticism and art and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. It feels so right…
What am I leaving behind? Distant friends who I enjoy but haven’t gotten too deep with. Being able to walk everywhere. A cool apartment. Safety, independence. A job that is way too much work for what I earn, but so many friends, acquaintances. Mediocre art. But people who are interested in music and art, but aren’t incredibly motivated. We’re all just wanderers here.
What am I going for? Saving money. Learning. Friends who I feel deeply connected with, and who are motivated and creative. Time with my family, so that they can’t complain when I move somewhere else. East coast music and art.
I guess it makes sense. I guess I am just upset about leaving this independent life I’ve made for myself. I did it. And I did it alone. I brought good people to myself, I supported myself, I found my focus and my desires, found my aspirations, made art. What now? I wonder, I just wonder…
This is a good plan. I have to remind myself. Because right now, ugh.
People are boycotting Kraft just because of this one ad
Wow, when you put it that way it almost seems like we live in a rampantly sexist, misogynistic, and hypocritical society.
Boycott all corporations… they’re all bullshit and horrible for the world.