02-18-2019, 07:34 AM
DMSI 3.3.1D Day 27
There are days like these when I don't want to post a repost simply because there is little to write. Still I feel like there is something, I just don't know how to explain it.
I feel so tired and hopeless and lost. I'm back in the city and to be honest leaving my parents' house leaves me directionless. There at least I can visit my father and stay with my mother. Here I meet my friends, put on the brave face and pretend everything is fine. And yet when I'm alone I find it hard to make myself useful. At this point I'm not sure how much of this is proper concern and how much is excuse not to take responsibility like I did before. Someone else's pity is one helluva drug when you come to think of it.
Still I feel like everything is going to be fine. All things seem to be slowly put themselves into the place: family-wise, job-wise, love-wise. It's so strange.
There are days like these when I don't want to post a repost simply because there is little to write. Still I feel like there is something, I just don't know how to explain it.
I feel so tired and hopeless and lost. I'm back in the city and to be honest leaving my parents' house leaves me directionless. There at least I can visit my father and stay with my mother. Here I meet my friends, put on the brave face and pretend everything is fine. And yet when I'm alone I find it hard to make myself useful. At this point I'm not sure how much of this is proper concern and how much is excuse not to take responsibility like I did before. Someone else's pity is one helluva drug when you come to think of it.
Still I feel like everything is going to be fine. All things seem to be slowly put themselves into the place: family-wise, job-wise, love-wise. It's so strange.
For not by numbers of men, nor by measure of body, but by valor of soul is war to be decided.
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4
~Belisarius, the last Roman
Certitude is for the puzzle-box logicians and girls of white glamour [...]. I am a letter written in uncertainty.
~36 Lessons of Vivec, Sermon 4