mind you mind me
Date: May 2nd, 2007 6:24:09 pm - Subscribe
Mood: encouraged
Excuse the last entry. Penny itchy fingers wrote it herself, and knocked over a tray full of ash while at it. And happily preened in front of my mirror as I bent over to clean up the mess.
On a gloomier side of things, I feel like more of a sad girl now that my dad's gone back.
I believe the main reason to my low days is because I've been so sheltered until now. I find self-pity in coming home to an empty house, going to work as a quiet little worker, and exhausting myself working to an ambition I know not of.
I wish to have a better idea of where I'm heading and where I want to head to. Aptly, my directors will be giving my appraisal tomorrow and as I sat in the office trying to fill up the "forms" of my "self development plans", I realise I have no fucking idea what I'm waking up everyday for.
Maybe for a whole load of obligations and have-to-becauses. But even if I had a choice otherwise, what would it be?
I obviously don't know what I want, in every aspect of my clueless existence. Sure I can find my priorities and I can try to set them right. Some day I will secure a better understanding of what I'm good at and what I'm forcing myself to become, but in the menatime, it's truly hard to find joy in things which come in invisible forms and things which come to you at the wrong time.
Half the time I'm comparing myself to the girl who has a boyfriend to keep her any other free time occupied and sweet, to the girl who spends her free days with her closely knitted family tree, to the girl who absolutely enjoys her gratifying job, to the girl who looks perfect thus she has a perfect life, to the girl who plays a mean game but hey at least she's having fun.
Half the time I cannot grasp the concept of finding comfort in a better day, or the concept of being patient when all there is to sucking each day like that up is having patience.
Patience is a good virtue to have when you know you're waiting for something that you want.
But with me? I don't know what the hell I want. And for the most of it, I'm just plain lonely because I know what I want yet I've wasted too much time daydreaming about it.
And for the other parts of it, I'm just plain lonely because I don't know what I want, and spend too much time on the things I think I do want.
Twice the encouragement, twice the let down.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
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