I'm happier alone, statement of fact. I'm constantly lonely though. How can this be? When I'm seeing the world through my own eyes it's so much easier to be happy. When I'm surrounded by people, I find it habitual to slip into pessimism. I hate this about myself, I really truly do despise the fact that I am so incredibly loyal to the pessimistic part of my person that I simply can't let it go most of the time. I'll always have something to say, somebody to feel wronged by, some reason to be upset. With changes of scenery and seasonality comes renewed energy and a sense of fulfillment, resulting in optimism and true happiness in its most general form. Today for example: sun, warm air, breakfast, timely, simple. Tomorrow: who knows? Yesterday: I'd rather not think about it. It's hard, I guess. Things just get tough to figure out sometimes, and attempting to figure out somebody else's bullshit while trying to figure my own out is nearly impossible. I just want to fly over oceans, get out of here for a moment.
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