I can’t run away from drama.
I don’t know if I’ve moved on or if I’m just being blind. I don’t know if I have moved on or if I’m just thinking it all up. But no, it’s not confusion because I can think and feel clearly.
But still, my judgments and my opinions are clouded currently.
I am unsure if it’s myself convincing me or if it’s my mind convincing me OR if it’s my heart convincing me which to choose. Then I wonder, what’s the difference?
I mean just imagine this:
You (your driven, fighting spirit) FINALLY become happy (Btw, I cut the drama part that happened before the said happiness because I moved on from it a week ago – this is new!). And then SOMEONE turns her/his/its (?) back on me because she/he/it (?) has drama too. So now I’m like dying trying to figure out if it’s me who’s right or if it’s time to lay low or if it’s me who’s the faulty drama queen. So I decided to run away from all the drama BY wallowing in self-pity. That was the time I realized that I was/am broken. Here I am now, chasing the drama I fickle-mindedly ran away from.
The thing is it happened in the span of 48 hours. Or 50.
Stupid? Of course. Why? It’s called a life cycle.
Un-freaking-believable.
Basically, spending ONLY two days in school transformed my life into a mixture comprised of happiness, solitude, angst, pity, sorrow, pain, agony, tears, complacency, apathy, love and of course, my best friend - pride (and prejudice?).
And what do you call that mixture? Drama.
I don’t know if I’ve moved on or if I’m just being blind. I don’t know if I have moved on or if I’m just thinking it all up. But no, it’s not confusion because I can think and feel clearly.
But still, my judgments and my opinions are clouded currently.
I am unsure if it’s myself convincing me or if it’s my mind convincing me OR if it’s my heart convincing me which to choose. Then I wonder, what’s the difference?
I mean just imagine this:
You (your driven, fighting spirit) FINALLY become happy (Btw, I cut the drama part that happened before the said happiness because I moved on from it a week ago – this is new!). And then SOMEONE turns her/his/its (?) back on me because she/he/it (?) has drama too. So now I’m like dying trying to figure out if it’s me who’s right or if it’s time to lay low or if it’s me who’s the faulty drama queen. So I decided to run away from all the drama BY wallowing in self-pity. That was the time I realized that I was/am broken. Here I am now, chasing the drama I fickle-mindedly ran away from.
The thing is it happened in the span of 48 hours. Or 50.
Stupid? Of course. Why? It’s called a life cycle.
Un-freaking-believable.
Basically, spending ONLY two days in school transformed my life into a mixture comprised of happiness, solitude, angst, pity, sorrow, pain, agony, tears, complacency, apathy, love and of course, my best friend - pride (and prejudice?).
And what do you call that mixture? Drama.
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