Was scrolling down the blog and I haven't written anything much. Just conversation logs, not even that. Just feel the need to write something. Something that seems compact. The same old feeling. The same old need. The desperation. Never changes. I am not even giving it a chance. But the same old problem, I can't let go of my past unless I have an assurance for my future. That's weak. Somehow.
I know it's all in the mind. You don't have to tell me. "Change your mind... and EVERYTHING changes." No you are not telling me anything. The most is that you are telling yourself, talking to yourself like I am talking to myself right now. Why would you tell me anything, anymore when you have no idea what is going within me, inside me right now. The worst part, I can't even tell you that.
I know it's all in the mind. You don't have to tell me. "Change your mind... and EVERYTHING changes." No you are not telling me anything. The most is that you are telling yourself, talking to yourself like I am talking to myself right now. Why would you tell me anything, anymore when you have no idea what is going within me, inside me right now. The worst part, I can't even tell you that.
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