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“Take me, lift me, Come, Wind, come, Away from this monster, Into my mum’s arms, This little one, helpless one, A flickering light, Hear me sing of hopeless dreams, A bird’s broken flight…” *** I am not one with parents. Never had, never will. Well as a music box, I can’t expect to have any. …
I’m completely at a loss.
I don’t know what to do, it’s not the first, but this time it’s crucial I need to know what to do. I know what I want, but unfortunately, what we want is not always what is right.
Or is it? Is it the one really important thing we need to focus our choices on?
I am torn between so many things I try to avoid thinking about them to avoid going nuts. But it’s just making everything worse because deep down I have this deep anxiety that stems from a voice saying, “You need to make a choice and you better do it quick“. It’s true really, even though I would kill whoever that punctiliously right voice belongs to (that’s right. Suicide. Pfft).
Nursing vs Arts?
Travelling vs Staying with the man I love?
Staying in vs Moving out?
Study now vs Study later?
To write vs Deleting this blog?
Ignore vs Slam the door twice to the face of the one knocking right now?
To be myself vs To conform?
Lady Gaga vs Katy Perry? (kidding, they’re both hideous. Sorry again, fans.)
To comment or To let things be?
To smile or To tell him/her his/her existence is so pathetic I wonder how he/she finds the guts to continue living?
To cry or To read?
To Publish or Not?
Madness this is.
Gandhi Gone Mad!