Pashmina Lalchandani (pashmina) wrote,
Pashmina Lalchandani
pashmina

I've been at a loss for words these past few weeks, yet there is so much I can say about what is going on inside me. I just can't seem to get it out. Suddenly everything isn't wonderful anymore. I'm destroying the nice little bubble I have created for myself. I feel as if I'm self-destructive, because I'm ruining my own happiness by allowing myself to be influenced by these stupid thoughts and feelings. I'm analyzing each and every situation way too much and being overly critical of all of my friends.
Mara knows me too well, and I've never let anyone get so close. Whenever I'm deep in thought, she asks me, 'what are you thinking?' and as usual my reply is, 'nothing.' Maybe I'm scared of getting any closer. I think I depend on her a little too much, and I hate that. I don't like it, but how do I tell her that?
I want to go home. I want to go back to the comfortable lonliness. Back to the buzzing noises of the city that beautifully cover my thoughts. Back to the familiarity of the place, of my innocence. How I wish I could be sitting in a cafe on Tienmou Rd. right now, with a good book and some coffee. Everything fades away and nothing is as important as it seems when I'm there.
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