Thursday, April 9, 2015

Anywhere But Here

Evening, Reader.

The problem that I have had for most of my life is wishing I were anywhere but where I was. Whether I was at school, at home, at work, or at a friend's house, I'd wish I were somewhere else. When it was time to go to college, I chose a university three thousand miles away, in order to get out of where I was. Then, I realized you can't run from yourself. 

The very thing that makes you you can't be changed by your environment, your friends, or even your actions. You are more than your surroundings, and it has taken me this long to realize it. When people ask me if I'm happy at college, I feel compelled to answer yes because it's not the college that makes me unhappy; it's myself.

I haven't written in a while because I forgot and then fell ill, but I need a therapeutic output. I have lost two friends this year. And I realized that it must be me. I'm a terrible friend. I wouldn't be friends with myself if I met myself say in a class or at a party.

Smile,
My Little One