My mind isn't pausing at all. It seems to be the same philosophy of not feeling that much better for only THINKING of telling someone off. I have to actually try not to think it either. Fuck.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Where are my feet?
I was wondering if I have a serious wandering bug or a serious inability to settle. Either way, I fantasize constantly about just taking off. Then I think about digging in. Seems I am constantly trying to figure out where to go. Tiff knows. I have ideas. Now while I will acknowledge the healthy "pause when doubtful" approach I have been using, there is a flaw to it I am seeing. 
My mind isn't pausing at all. It seems to be the same philosophy of not feeling that much better for only THINKING of telling someone off. I have to actually try not to think it either.
Fuck.
My mind isn't pausing at all. It seems to be the same philosophy of not feeling that much better for only THINKING of telling someone off. I have to actually try not to think it either. Fuck.
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I don't know that it is so much a lack of ability to settle than it is that you just haven't found your true homebase. You've taken in so much from every place you've lived & seem to continue to do so. When you land where you want to really be, I think that you'll know.-Colleen
Have you tried surfing?
Have not tried surfing yet, kinda afraid of deep water.
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