Warning: it's not a rant, but it IS emo nonsense, haha.
I'm having another one of those mixed-days.
It's sunny outside. Beautiful weather, I went outside for a bit to take some photos because the light is lovely again. It's warm. I'd do my work outside if it wasn't computer work.
I noticed today that I spend a lot of time looking out of the window. Why is that?
In my room, theres my door, next to which is my computer, desk and chair, and then to my left is my window. I tend to stop what i'm doing and just stare straight out of it a lot. Not that there's much to watch; it's just the neighbours and my own garden, the flats behind our houses, a few trees, and the vast sky which today is filled with clouds. So I've been outside taking photos. But when I haven't been, i've been inside, neglecting my work because I find it difficult to work of an afternoon and because outside is clearly so distracting.
I don't know why I do because there certainly is nothing exciting to look at outside other than the occasional passer by, my neighbour watering the garden, and my cats sleeping.
But I do it anyway. Without fail, every few minutes or so.
Has it become force of habit?
I have a mirror at the edge of my hallway downstairs that I always have to look into whenever I'm walking past it. I know why. It's to check that only i'm in it, there are no strange invisible figured behind me. Of course, I know there never will be but I look anyway because it's become second nature and I do it out of instinct now. Habit. Is that what looking out of the window is becoming?
It's almost as if looking outside at the world reminds me that i'm still here, that I exist, that we, people, exist. There is a world outside of my bedroom window and that is the world I live in. I don't always like it, but it's there.
I'm making no sense, am I?
I feel very un-fufilled lately.
I'm one of those people who shouldn't be allowed to think, because thinking makes me unhappy. Lately I haven't been thinking much; my mind has been focused purely on work and school and the world that I see infront of me every day of my life. I haven't been able to see a lot of my friends, but they know that I'm busy so I guess it's okay. I'm living my life in the moment and i'm trying not to think of the past and the present because when that happens I slip into my periods of feeling down. And that's not something I like to happen, so the less I think, the better.
Today, the nice weather has distracted me from that routine and allowed my mind to wander and now I feel somewhat blank.
I met up with some friends yesterday and it was a really, really good day. I loved it; I enjoyed myself and I got to see some old friends aswell as new ones. It was a good day out.
But now i'm home again and I'm alone and I'm thinking and my mind is telling me that something is missing, even though I know it probably isn't. I don't expect anyone to read this, but writing it all down makes it somewhat easier to comprehend in my mind, and maybe if I write it down my mind will kick into defence mode and block out all of the negative feelings and replace them with positive ones. Unlikely, but hey, I can try. And I like to write things down.
I feel odd. I can't really describe how I feel right now in one word or emotion because I don't know whether how I feel is one set emotion. Helpful. I don't even know how i'm feeling right now, haha. I wouldn't call it sadness, although there is an aspect of it in there, and I know that's what it will become within a few hours.
I wish I could just be happy and grateful for what I have, because I have so much. Some people are slipping from my life either through my own choice or not, then again some people i'm becoming much closer too, and hell, i'm making new friends. My family issues are currently at a standstill and right now i'm just waiting for the storm to hit, so thats not too bad. Schoolwork has its stressful moments, but nothing no-one else isn't suffering from.
So why is it that I always feel so strange?
I have nothing to be sad about, really. Yet I feel so un-fufilled, so un-satisfied with my life right now. It's like my mind is going back to when I was a kid, when I used to lay in bed at the end of the day wishing that something new and different and exciting would happen. I'd wish that someone would wisk me away to another world because I didn't like the one I was in. And I feel the exact same way now, although there isn't much wrong with 'my' personal world, and I don't necessarily hope that i'll be magically wisked away anymore.
I'm older now, yet my feelings from childhood are very different to what they are now. Does that make me immature?
I feel like I'm always wanting to just lay down and sleep, but i've been going to sleep fairly late. The only thing keeping me awake is the idea that if I stay awake, I might do something productive, which I usually don't do anyway. A few weeks ago I was giving in, and just lying on my bed for hours, or getting home from school and sleeping. I suppose the more I sleep, the less I think, and my time is solely dedicated to working. I suppose I can understand why that person is always working now, it makes things easier to bear.
I could just sleep for days and days and then i'd never have to worry about things. Right now, by writing this, i'm fighting the temptation to just lay down and sleep.
I want to go to a secluded place. To just lay in a field in the middle of nowhere and just look up at the sky and listen to the sounds of the world around me. I've wanted to do this for a while, and today the feeling is stronger than ever. There's a nice big park very close to where I live, but in this kind of weather it's always packed full of happy families eating icecream, and teenage boys playing football. Not the kind of atmosphere i'm looking for. I still really want to take you there. Even though I don't think we'll be friends for much longer. I suppose I just want to show you how I feel and show you that you're not the only one. But I don't want to talk to you right now, so...
It's weird how I can look outside of my bedroom window on such a bright, sunny day and my mood just slips into negativity.