I can’t get myself out of this mind set recently. It happens at least once a day, coming as quickly as it arrives - but it is still there.
I just want things to feel real - I want a real life and things to feel like home and O.K. I suppose I spend too much time comparing myself and my situations to others in similar ones, forgetting that I only see the image that they project to the public and nothing of what goes on behind close doors.
Closed doors. Why whenever an argument occurs am I the one to ask to shut the door? It’s as if you want everything to be heard, like to want me to sound stupid. I don’t think I ever do, I think you often do - but the idea that you could be planting that upsets me.
Talking talking talking. I want to go to your graduation, and I want you to want me there. It’s important. I want to see it.
