I'm starting to feel like this blog is my therapist. I'm going to stop using it as my pillow that I cry into because it's just getting ridiculous.
Truth is, my life isn't so bad. I've got great friends and family that I get along with. I have fun. I laugh a lot. A lot. I do things that make me happy. I procrastinate as hell, but it helps me do other things I love. Like read. And imagine.
I've been watching The Office reruns on television like it's going out of style. I can't believe how much I love that show ... and, truth be told, how much time I waste spend watching it.
I feel that one thing I'm doing that I shouldn't be doing is thinking about other people's situations other than my own. I think about other people's relationships. I think about the time they spend on their bodies. I think about their social life. I need to start thinking about my own life. Social and romantic and health. What good is it to me to know if two people who are not me are compatible and where I fit in with that picture? I seem to always get caught up in the illusions of other people that I fall short on what's in front of me.
I get too distracted too easily and sometimes I feel like I'm missing something that is within reach; I'm just blinded by other people's lights to see it.
I need to look in the mirror and really see what is staring back at me.
