A bungle of mathematical equations arranged into visual appeal and simple navigation… My world is less neat, but somehow more simple.
I’m set astray in the middle of the country. Don’t want to go home out of shame and embarrassment. Want to go home for more than a million and one reasons.
Lost and lonely, relying on others since I’m nothing more than still a child of twenty and three. I’m foolish and a drunk.
Yet, I’m fine. I can’t recall when I actually became such an optimist. However, I am glad I did. Perhaps I am not as much of a kid as I thought or think I am. I have serious control over my depression and over emotional reactions. Sure I go running to people that claim to be my friends for comfort in tears… Yet, I think that’s healthier than what I used to do.
I laugh at the hysteria over my mental state. Heck, I laugh at the whole world. It’s not a whole joke, but funny. Ironic.
I can’t bring myself to really hate it. Cynical and upset is how people tend to age. I plan to take no part in that. I’m too excited and eager to experience it all to question everything. Oh, yes. I do get paranoid about other’s feelings and opinions of me, but at the end of the day, I don’t let it stick. I scrub it away and smile happily and trusting into all their eyes.