| Run Because You Can |
[09 Mar 2009|06:10pm] |
"I was running through the woods. I was tired, out of breath. The moisture crawled down my forehead, swept through my eye brows and into my eyes, obscuring my view.
I didn't wipe it away.
It didn't matter to me that my eye stung from the sensation or that the branches I was running through cut into my arms as I vainly attempted to shield my face. I desperately needed to cut the shortest path through the woods. Pain from passing branches. It didn't matter. I needed to keep running. My legs burned from the effort and I was suddenly aware of how ragged my breath sounded as I ran. I wanted to stop and rest. I couldn't. I was more terrified than tired.
So I ran."
I think I might come back to this Journal. Or maybe make a new one.
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[19 Nov 2008|03:01pm] |
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I'm not sure why I'm here writing in a journal I never use. I don't even want to write what I'm thinking. I just want it to go away.
Funny how the situations, locations have changed, but nothing has changed how I feel.
I'm just tired. Tired of everything. Tired of everyone except a few, and those people I don't see enough of. Being around my mom is depressing and she has no idea that she's the reason.
I need to move out of here.
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[10 Mar 2008|01:54am] |
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I feel like I can't get out of my head sometimes. It feels like I'm unappreciated sometimes, by friends, family, co-workers...any person I know essentially. It always seems to pass after awhile, but even when I don't feel so down about myself, the doubt is still there. Its just not as prominent. I really think the only reason I get that way is because I spend so much time doing things that I don't get enough time to sit and relax by myself.
Lately, people seem to want to have me around, and its comforting to know that people still care. I just wish I didn't feel that way so often. I wish that at 22, I was a fairly worry free life like my roommate or some of my friends who just seem to ride through life on a parents' piggy bank. I wish I had more time to draw, more time to mess around with a font, more time to create something interesting to myself without having other people do so much as look at it.
I think I might be a prone to depression.
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| First entry ever here... |
[19 Feb 2008|10:26pm] |
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I'm sick. I miss talking to Aimee =)
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[15 Nov 2007|07:48pm] |
I want to start over. I want to feel things I've never felt, or never had a chance to enjoy. This is one of the few times in the year when I regret some past decisions or question why I'm doing what I'm doing and I don't know how to stop feeling this way. I feel like I can't tell my friends what I feel anymore. I feel alienated despite the fact that I'm always around people. Why do I feel the loneliest this time of year?
...This is probably the reason I don't like the holidays...
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