Okay listen…I am trying to be more positive. Not for anyone, but for myself.
Some days I wake up and think it’s all a joke. Why should I act positive if I actually don’t feel it? Why shouldn’t I let the darkness become what it is and let it grow like it so desperately wants too?
My life isn’t bad. But it certainly isn’t great either. It’s far from perfect but it’s also far from misery.
I thrive on people. They change my entire temperament. I could talk and listen to someone for hours. It’s my favourite pastime.
But also why? Why is it like that for me? Why can’t I be contempt with peace and aloneness.
I value people and the skills they have to offer…that’s why..but Marta, geeze, maybe sometimes you should just listen? Maybe that’s the problem.