It’s been a while and so much has changed since. Feeling like the things I used to want are not that important after all…yet it’s so fuzzy as to what’s stepping into replace that. I’m slightly fearful of being someone who doesn’t have something to work towards. Aimlessly drifting, reveling in the temporary, is just something that makes me feel significantly out of my element. And yet I don’t know what to do about it! Existentialist crisis and Wave of Dramatic Feelings come at me.
Edit: Ok have to snap out of this. Such thinking never did anyone, or me at least, any good.
Don’t think you know everything,
Father said, just because you’re good
with words. They aren’t everything.
I try to say the smallest amount possible.
Instead of using them indiscriminately
I try to conserve them. I’m the only one
in this household who recycles them. I…