I’ve been feeling restless recently. I think I know why, but I suppose some things are best kept to myself. Something really huge is going to happen to me but I don’t know when and I don’t know whether it’s good or bad, but I do know that it’s going to be soon. And because of this nagging feeling of impending something, I’ve been either tirelessly trying to think up a solution, or numbing myself with endless supply of b-grade movies.
I suppose that’s why I escaped to my past for a while. Just to remind myself of how it used to be, why I disliked it. But just like how every turn of events in my life had always turned out, I found myself getting comfortable while acquainting with the old and familiar. Unable to move on.
Which makes it even funnier, as the reason I ran was because I felt stuck in the present. In situations like this, my tendency to blame is increased by ten folds. Thanks to you, I want to say, but words simply escaped me. Because deep inside, I know it’s really not your fault. It’s just that I’ve simply gotten sick of now.
I’m trying to wait it out. Maybe the storm will pass, it must pass.