You just get tired. You find it all a bit boring, unexceptional and predictable. Sounds snooty doesnt it? But it happens. Its my time of the month/year/life for that. Its like living in a bubble where only you can really hear your own screams. Smile along, pretend along, laugh and play and paint a picture for the world and lead them astray as to how you really feel. But you get lost. You do it so long that you kind of start to believe it. And one day you touch that nerve that wrenches you out of that make believe life and drops you hot shit back in to reality. And you need a break. You need a reset, a 'whoa hold on for a sec whats going on' because you're living a lie.
I dont know if I like these times or not. The people around me dont, that much I know. I retreat. I back away from everything and confront anyone who tries to crack that shell I'm in. I just need my space sometimes. To be left alone and just watch the world and rethink what it is I'm seeing and living.
I still have to find those journals that I wanted to post on here.
