the self doubt creeps in, and it is not a nice feeling.
Sometimes I’d think that I’ve been in a good place recently. Yet on other days, I feel like I need to get out of this place, into somewhere I really belong.
Confusing thoughts, sleepless nights.
I wonder when exactly, I’m being true to myself. Was reflecting on the bus ride home tonight – I used to know exactly what I want.
I think I’ve lost that knack.
I used to think all I want is peace, and happiness. But that may not suffice any more.
I feel like I’m greedy and I want more. More out of life, more out of work – and damn right it’s not this one. At least not here, not now. I’m just going through the motions, I think.
I’m just not sure what I want any more. And it’s troubling me.
Blog posts shouldn’t be this emo, but on nights like this when sleep eludes, thoughts come and stay in the mind. We can’t help, but entertain these thoughts.