Hi, I haven't written in a long time.
the journey Its true. I've been slugging around, leaving a dribble of despondency in my wake here lately. I've been whelmed... Over, under. Either and/or both. My environment has been taking a toll on me. I talked to my mom about it today and she said, as only a psych major can, "You can't let your environment dictate how you feel." Oh darling mother, that is such sound advice, but you of all people, the one who has put up with me for 22 years, should know that is like telling me to go jump through a flaming hoop... that is a hundred feet in the air. I have always had a problem with rising above my environment. I take things too deeply inside of me, and therefore everylittlething eventually buries itself someplace in my heart. I am 'deeply felt' which is nice for a novel, but for a person? Tricky tricky.
I wouldn't give up that aspect of my person. I appreciate the fact that I feeeeel. But sometimes, I wish I was strong enough to rise above the icky stuff so it doesn't drag me dowwwn. Because when I'm down, I go real low. On the other side, when I'm up, I go really high.
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Sometimes I wish I had a wall around me so the environment can't leak in.
i wish i knew how i could make you feel better...
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