Maybe it’s the change of seasons that I was so excited for yesterday, maybe it’s just being alone today, maybe it’s john coming home tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going on or why I feel like this. It’s not a good feeling, I’m very worried. My dreams are getting more ridiculous and vivid. And my thoughts grow more…anxious I guess? I thought I knew who I was, but it seems each day I forget a little bit more. I can sit and stare at something for hours and I know it’s mine, I know it belongs to me. But I just don’t really care, I don’t really want it to be mine and I don’t really value it’s memories. Then there will be times where I sit and anazlyze a moment in my life. I’ve probably gone through each and every memory I have doing that. And nothing makes sense.
Maybe John needs to come home, I just wish he would stay longer.
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