Change is dying to embrace me, but I am not willing to embrace it back.
I don't want to give or take. I don't want to move. I don't want to change. But I am not happy with anything around me. And I am not willing to do anything about it. NOT yet.
There. I had to get it off my chest. And for the purpose of being completely frank, I have deleted the rest of this entry before clicking on publish because speaking the truth hurts a lot of people.
In the meanwhile, stress and rage are keeping me company. Tick tock tick tock ...