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Most of my life in the past couple years has been driven by concepts. Ever since I was twelve, I have been in love with the concept of being in love, been more obsessed with the concept of being in a band than actually caring about what we played, been more enamored of the concept of spirituality than willing to figuring out my true beliefs on the subject. And every couple of months I come to the conclusion that I need to find myself, but I am afraid of doing the work, and I am too proud to admit I have been lying to myself for the better part of a decade. On the other hand, I'm not really left to wonder why people leave me so often. It's because I'm full of shit, if you hadn't gathered as much.