Once again, I find I’m questioning myself, my actions, my thoughts but mainly, my decisions. It is not a very nice realization, I was getting used to being confident with what I had decided to do this year. However, things change.
I’m thankful for that short period of confidence. I just wish it would remain. The terrible part of all this is that I can feel it slowly slipping away, slipping away to a point that I do not even know how to approach, let alone get a grip on. I feel like that little kid who is trying to reach the cookies on the shelf they can’t reach, but they’re just oh so close. That kid who finally figures out to climb up on a kitchen chair. Only difference is, I can’t find any chairs.
Wow. If only I could live off of making depressive metaphors for my life. I’d be set for life. How many teenagers wouldn’t be?!
Note: I should have typed this at the very beginning, however, I’m writing it here, so too bad. If you were a previous reader of my blog, I’d appreciate it if you forget about this specific blog post. This isn’t my style, but I needed to post something seeing as how I’ve been completely absent on here for two weeks. WELCOME TO MY TEENAGE LIFE, please wipe your feet and get out of my head.