But no, I’m not blogging about Justin Bieber. Anne told me it was alright to blog about “my feelings”, even if I said I’ll probably be embarrassed about this post and have a really strong urge to delete it fifteen minutes from now. So if you get a chance to read this, good for you.

Apparently, I am no longer satisfied being unattached. I’m at that point where I want some kind of companionship.

I don’t know why I’m stressing out so much on emotional baggage. What is going on with me? I miss being content. I miss being perfectly satisfied with what I had. I miss being perfectly happy with myself.

I don’t want to care so much. I am making a big deal out of everything.

This. Needs. To. Stop.

 

PS. This post was supposed to make me feel better. Not give me a massive headache. UGH.

PPS. Maybe I just need to go out and have some fun. Dance therapy? Alcohol therapy? aldjalidjfoaijsdfpije



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2 Responses to “In Which I Sound Like A 13-Year-Old”

  • Kim says:

    Honestly, it’s better to go through these feelings now rather than when you’re 60 and it’s too late 😯 Go and experiment!!!! Or some fun therapy. That could work too. haha.

  • Silver says:

    Aww, how about taking a new class you’ve always been thinking of trying? Hope you’re feeling better at this moment. 🙂 Came by your blog because of the awesome domain name. <3