To walk through the world will an ounce of certainty. I am coming to terms with the idea of my recent introversion is really just insecurity.... So strange to be lost in your own person and feel so confused when attempting decision. Really simple ideas of choice devide me from my past self and future self.
Should I stop by the river on my way home or just go and take a nap. Is this what it means to be an adult when we all the sudden finding choice between joy and restlessness. I have felt old but happy with my almost no risk life. Not sure what to do when strangers say hello/the walls are too built up and friendliness seems so hard. It is easier to hide in my new found introversion of myself. It is all such a terrible lie.
It is so hard not to be a walking lie. My instincts seem so flawed like being lost in a brown paper bag of myself. Oh so self absorbed.
