So one day I layed in bed looking at the ceiling and thought "what am I doing" for over a year I hated the people around me and how they made me feel and yet I told myself I was happy. I was lying to myself because it was easier than facing the truth. I thought about this a lot but never did anything about it. Sure I cut ties with some toxic people but it wasn't enough. Than I started dating a new girl, she showed that even though I thought I had been in love, I really hadn't until than. But still she lived six hundred miles away. Plus I still was living with my parents, both of whom I love very much however my father makes me hate myself. I don't think he means to but he has that effect on me. So one day I packed my stuff and left, drove to my sister who lives next to that girl I was talking about. I got a good job and now I'm laying here thinking that even though I love her and I enjoy my job and I feel good, I want more. I want to go to school to become a teacher. I wasn't to help at least one kid. I was talking to my boss and a coworker about it today and they both told me it was stupid and that I'd never get anywhere. It makes me wonder if they're right...I still want to teach but how will I support a family, how long will be able to take the bullshit students will undoubtedly give me. Will I even be able to help them? I don't know but I have a lot of thinking to do. Thanks for reading, feel free to comment your thoughts.
I know that for the longest time I've only done poetry but it all stemmed from lies and a part of my life I'd like to do over so I'm trying something new.
