Pencil and paper, They say every story has a beginning, middle and end. has anyone ever asked you what your story is?
I guess I just feel like the only one who's ever been lost. We are all lost, maybe I'm just selfish. it's probably true.
Beginning, middle, end.
No way of knowing where something starts or where it ends. the reality is, everything is a circle. it's a theory I should know since I am so used to running in them.
I try to learn from myself, more than the sources and examples I am provided.
I found long ago we tend to be influenced by others, but we set our own examples for ourselves.
a couple night ago, it was a particularly bad night. Natasha's mom called me.
She told me that I cannot expect much from anyone. There was a time when she felt she had lost control of everything, she just waited for her daughters to save her because it felt like she was drowning. she told me you cannot rely on someone to pull you out because everyone is just struggling to stay above the water themselves.
Before hanging up she told me know understands how I feel, and even though the fight is in me, all I have to do was give the word and she would be on a flight from BC to pick me up.
She made me realize there's something about feeling that alone. it's strong instinct to be selfish and fight with everything in you not to sink.
