The older I get the more I dread the future, the stale repetitiveness of life brings me down. This is what I have to look forward to? A life of routine and bland tasting wheatbix. I wish life was one big party, I wish I could just get up and leave and sail away and go where ever the boat takes.
I get the appeal of being normal can be consuming. Being like everyone else is comforting but it's just so boring. Am now faced with a dilemma of sorts. Choose to take a chance on a stranger or hold my breath and wait for the one I like to to give me the light of day.
What do I do??
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