cece | lost and found

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be able to do all the things I want to do in one single life.
I need a refill.

We’re often told that the toughest years in words of introspection are during the teen years. I disagree.
I think they are during the mid 20’s. It’s so hard. You have to do some kind of a first statement of what you accomplished, what you haven’t, and you have to really look at the mirror this time. This is you. You will not change for a long time. Either you’re happy with the reflection, either you’re not.

I live a conflict with myself. Constantly thinking, wondering, asking, observing myself as if I was out of my own body and watching myself drowning. Have you ever thought of yourself as if you were an other person?
What is it with this society that makes you judge yourself all the time? Am I pretty enough? Am I a failure because I don’t have a career yet? Am I a weirdo if I don’t want to live their lives?
It’s crazy what human beings can put themselves through… I am like that fly, constantly flying in search of an opened window, but it never finds it… I’m caught up. Someone open the window for me, and let me go.