I end up skipping a day of movies. Instead, I pull out my laptop and start typing. Lately it seems like I never have the time to write stories, let alone articles. I'm always caught up in Bay's shenanigans.
It's insane to think that people can miss writing words on a page. Of course, it's not just words. Instead, it's a universe. A universe we create. Writing is a skill that takes years to master, and it can whittle away if you don't stay constant with it. Perhaps it's just my opinion, but I believe it's extremely important. And I've forgotten that, because I got so immersed in someone else's life. And Bay's life is not my own, so I don't have any reason to be caught up in it. No.
I need to be my own person.
I've forgotten who I am, let alone who I should be.
My life needs to be my own, and it should follow it's own journey. Just because a boy comes into your life, doesn't mean that you should forget everything about yourself just so you can be there for them. Heck, when's the last time I even got to sit down and have a day to myself? A month? Two, maybe?
Tomorrow is the day I go home, and you can bet that that's where I'll be staying. Sure, I'll still see everyone, but it'll be on my own time. I've made pathetic attempts at staying away from everyone, and I realize now that that's not how it should be. You shouldn't abruptly cut yourself off from the world, but rather limit the world. It makes sense, in a way. I just wish I would've seen it sooner.
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Crossing Jupiter (#Wattys2015)
Ficción GeneralThey say that when you fall, you fall hard. But that's not the case. In this case, I fell softly. It was almost as if a feather was floating through the air, making a last minute decision to take a rest on a nearby table. I wish I could say...
