Decision was made for me. Returning to the familiar, with a sort of new perception. My goals are still pretty much the same, I'm excited to go home. It's been hard being away from my giant tower of pillows. I feel the need to spend an immense amount of time alone. No human interaction at all. I know that that will not be the case upon returning home. I'll dive right back into that suffocating feeling of never having a single second totally lacking people. Even when I'm alone at home, I never feel such. The need for change is present just not acted upon, I need to cook up an equation to figure things out quicker than I have been.
On a happier note, the club was fun. I met a lot of very nice people that I can not remember. I just remember laughing, dancing, drinking, and turning a dumpster into a urinal. (One does what one must). I'm ready to go back to Trexx and make a fool out of myself. Two Thursdays missed, I feel so odd. (Just kidding) Not really, though.
My submissions to the magazine are in-progress. There's a fifty fifty chance that I could finally be published! Perhaps that will show my family that I'm serious, and perhaps they will get off my back so I can breathe. I need to breathe. Sometimes I feel like I'm caught under water, I have this odd feeling that the surface could be close.
Keep breathing.
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