My stomach is sour... not sick, just turning. Maybe its not my stomach but my heart? My gut. I'm hearing good news from everyone around me. Stories of young love, business successes, family news, etc., and I'm jealous. Feeling guilty, becuase I want those stories to be my own.... but I don't know if they ever will be.
Days continue to pass, I grow older, I work, I read.... I pass time. I feel no more progression. No challenge. When I do find something to excite me it is juvenile and the one person I want to turn to looks down on me for it, yet is doing the same as I... but with less passion. I'm a passionate person, no matter what I do (if it excites me) I jump head first, not looking at how shallow the water is.
Is this just another lull that will pass, or will this be the last.
No matter what I do, I no longer feel content. Hearing the successes and romantic notions, push me into thoughts that cause me pain.... why?
I am a puddle jumper.
About Ivy
- Ivy
- I'm 28, going on 12. I love to read, listen to music, pretend to be intellectual, and create. I want to write, so I start with this Blog. Having never blogged before I'm excited for the newness and scared of the possiblities.
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