It’s nights like these where I wish I could stop thinking.
I can’t sleep. I can’t think straight. I can’t help but to stray. I can’t understand what’s going through my head. I can’t help but to think of the possibilities. I can’t help it. I can’t help but to think of how different life would be.
I don’t want to think. I want to keep the so called perfect life mapped out for me. But I can’t help but to think how many places I want to be. Where I crave to be. Where I need to be. But I can’t help but to think how many things I want to do in life. What I crave to do. What I need to do.
I want things that everybody wants. I also want things that few people want.
What to do?
I don’t know what to do.
I wish I knew what to do.
The funny thing is, I’m lying. I know what I should do. And I know what I want to do. But I can’t bring myself to do either.
So conflicted. Oh so conflicted.
