dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- brain clots I feel like the world's worst mother. I was supposed to chaperone the kid's class on a trip to the art museum today, but the thought of it made my stomach hurt. I'm going to stay home and suck in the solitude. I'm such a jumbled mess of thoughts these days and I need to calm down and rethink everything. Everything. There are things that I want so badly out of life and can't figure out how to get. Sometimes everything looks like one of those huge logic puzzles that I was never able to comprehend. I understand that I need to make things happen, but not everything is under my control and it's just not in me to pretend it is. Dreams are being picked apart. Everyone has their path through the woods and sometimes our paths cross and sometimes they meet up so we can walk side by side. There are the occasions where you wander off and lose sight of the trail and crash through the bush to get back. There are also those times when you can't tear your eyes off your feet trudging through the dirt and you miss all the fucking scenery. Maybe we just need to find a way to get where we are going without being distracted for too long by all the things we see behind the trees. That is such crap, but I'm going to leave it there. 8:22 a.m. - February 06, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||
|
||||||