Tumblring again.

I find myself in an interesting place stuck between hope and distrust. So of course instead of finding a reasonable way to admit my emotions, I stumble back to tumblr (two internet references!) to fall to my knees and wonder, where am I? I feel as though I am at that place in my life that retains little to no water. By that I mean things just sort of slip by, I’m not going to school so I’m not gaining any sort of societal approved knowledge. I’m working, but as I think we all know, money is just as fluid as it is destructive. The people I meet tend to be temporary, even when I don’t want them to be. It’s not that I’m incredibly unhappy or anything of the sort, I’m just at a cross roads and I don’t see I viable path. Sometimes I find it easier to lay out my goals in front of me and just repeat them over and over in my head, but as I think everyone can understand, not everything you see as a goal is easy to admit. Like I’m really ready to find that “special someone” (please punch me later for saying that) but I wouldn’t necessarily want to add that to my list of goals because that makes me feel weak…for some reason. I feel like my goals should be grand and enormous, like I would have no problem admitting my goal to join the Peace Corps, that’s not embarrassing, or weak, although I guess you can find weakness in anything. It takes more strength to say something supposedly small than it does to say something big. I guess what I’m trying to explain is that, I want love, and adventure and fear and passion and time to pass so fast but so slow, that all you want is to be as close as you can, but that’s not even close enough.

Well now that I’ve left you even more confused than before……actually I don’t know what to say after that…

Goodnight.