Maybe it's the sudden realisation that anonymity is no longer an option, maybe it's the lack of privacy, or perhaps maybe it is a feeling of having taken a step back instead of advancing.
Yes I see what goes on around me and I read the literature written so freely nowadays (without accountability I might add but let's leave that for another day).
But so what if I feel like this? Just because I am told repeatedly that things will get better does not mean it would magically be as such. Am I not allowed to feel in the pits and isn't it better for the whole process for me to hit rock bottom?
Why is there a need to explain? To feel guilty for what I feel? If experience has taught me anything it is better to expect the worst. Hope is just too dangerous.
Too long I have been away and too blind I have been of the way of life here. I don't fault it, just detest it unreservedly.
It is too soon for me to make the best of the situation. Perhaps I shall start that next week. All this positive malarkey can be tiring.
So what if I like to wear my Puma shoes indoors? Will everyone just stop acting like there is only one way of doing something and even more so stop settling for second best.
Just because I am in a mood, does not mean it's automatically bad.
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