Hello Friend,
When the night comes around and it gets dark, that's when I come and talk to you. I wish I'd do it in the morning hours when I just wake, but honestly my mind is a blob and I find it too hard to quiet it down to have a good, meaningful, conversation. Or maybe it's when my house gets so quiet at night and I'm by myself that I finally notice you're wanting to speak with me.
You know I've been meaning to tell you, though I'm sure you already know, my dissatisfaction is just getting stronger. My soul feels really hungry, all the time. Today I woke up and I was just really hungry (not for waffles)...upset. Sad. I was so frigging empty.
Like really, what the heck am I doing these days. The more I am hanging out with friends all the time, keeping busy, doing my thing, the more I wake up feeling this way. It bothers me that I can lie through my teeth, its so easy and I can even make it look pretty convincing. It also bothers me that what's is supposed to make me happy...is like coming up short. I lie to my parents all the time, and they haven't bothered to ask me more to see if my facts hold together. I haven't been very wise. I probably haven't been living rightly. Maybe that's why I feel dead.
Friend, I want a lot of things. I want to do a lot of things. But what am I supposed to be doing right now again?
I'm not sure what I'm doing or where I'm going. It might be better if you direct me a little, or else I'll be circling here for a looooooong time. Good food has lost its taste, company is nice to have but that nice feeling doesn't last too long, etc. But I don't feel like I am depressed. Not at all. Juust a whole lotta annoyed and restless. Maybe I need to buy a pet.
I want a sandwich.
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