Where I end

Interesting moments lately. I am having a hard time finding myself. As I get to achieve more and more with people, I find there is much-much more out there.

I keep on listening to Moby. I was listening to him just two days ago, at night, with someone, and it sort of got fixed into my head. I don’t think I will see her again, even though there is an opportunity to do so. But I don’t want to be a headache to anyone. I am quite a headache to myself already. Maybe I should be trying to see the good when it’s all going bad. I wonder if I am living this life more openly and thus feel sad moments more strongly, or I am just imagining this, making a giant out of a fly.

I wonder if I should just concentrate of making others happy by pretending to ignore my own needs or whether they would enjoy hearing about me. Probably best to just be my regular self, laughing until I cry from laughter/depression, and simply enjoying the moments, without second thoughts, while they slip away.

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Open to everything happy and sad
Seeing the good when it’s all going bad
Seeing the sun when I can’t really see
Hoping the sun will at least look at me