Sitting here listening to Sukiyaki, feeling:
Lonely, missing the warmth of people and the sound of laughter.
Reclusive, desiring solitude; time to myself; room to think.
Terrified of losing my mum.
Scared of the consequence of the big decision I'm about to make.
Torn between two different kinds of compassion.
Accomplished because everything else seems to be working out.
Happy when I don't think too much about all of it.
Like I should trust that the future is taken care of.
posted by beautiful at 9:49 am
