Not Pretty...

This is not where I imagined I'd be at the age of 25. I have to embrace my reality, and own it.

I do not want to be dancing to the same crowd I have been, for the past 10 years.

I would like to dance... in a different location.

I feel that giving up what I enjoy is throwing away the "old" me. I am in the midsts of establishing a "new" me. I am not sure where I am going with my life but the "old" me is not taking me anywhere or doing me any service.

I feel that this... is growing up!

An Imaginary Perspective...

I'm afraid I am going to miss a call from him. We haven't talked for about a week. I wonder if there will be a voicemail, asking 'What's wrong?' or 'What's going on?' as my phone isn't near me.

At the same time, if all this were true... I would let him know that I haven't felt; been myself this week. Well, that part is true.

An imaginary perspective...

"So that's what it is", he would exclaim. "You go silent for every other week. When you will you be, or feel like yourself again?"

I'd have to honestly reply, "I don't know...".