I guess you can say I've got a lot on my mind lately. One thing builds upon the other, and it just stresses me out. It makes it so easy to feel like your entire world is coming down on you every time a small thing upsets you. I know it's cliché, but I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders sometimes. And I don't know where else to lash out than here. I hate talking to other people about these kind of things. I feel so stupid. And I feel it's a waste of time, because they wouldn't care anyway. And I don't even know what's bugging me. It's just .. there's always something. And it feels like no watter what I do, I can't win. But it would be nice if someone would just listen for a change. Make it easy on me. I'm so used to listening to everybody else.
Everyone who knows me, knows that I'm a very happy person. And I am. I'm good at putting the bad things at the back of my mind, and just carrying on. And that's what I do. It's only when I'm alone and have plenty of time to think that I .. well, think too much. But I guess everybody feels like that once in a while.
But when I do things that make me happy .. like shopping .. Oh, shopping. Everything just dissappears, and I'm in heaven. I actually just watched Confessions Of A Shopaholic, and recognized myself in what she said: "When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again.".
So, already now writing all of this down, I feel like the world just got a whole lot lighter.
And I feel like watching Confessions Of A Shopaholic again now. It's such a great movie. But I'd better go to bed. I'm flying home to Denmark tomorrow, after having been in England for a week - shopping. It's been so nice to just relax and shop. No school, no nothing. But tomorrow it's back to reality. Harsh reality. I have to get up at 6. The taxi is coming at 7. I kind of wish I didn't have to go. But all good things come to an end.
Everyone who knows me, knows that I'm a very happy person. And I am. I'm good at putting the bad things at the back of my mind, and just carrying on. And that's what I do. It's only when I'm alone and have plenty of time to think that I .. well, think too much. But I guess everybody feels like that once in a while.
But when I do things that make me happy .. like shopping .. Oh, shopping. Everything just dissappears, and I'm in heaven. I actually just watched Confessions Of A Shopaholic, and recognized myself in what she said: "When I shop the world gets better, the world is better; and then it's not anymore and I have to do it again.".
So, already now writing all of this down, I feel like the world just got a whole lot lighter.
And I feel like watching Confessions Of A Shopaholic again now. It's such a great movie. But I'd better go to bed. I'm flying home to Denmark tomorrow, after having been in England for a week - shopping. It's been so nice to just relax and shop. No school, no nothing. But tomorrow it's back to reality. Harsh reality. I have to get up at 6. The taxi is coming at 7. I kind of wish I didn't have to go. But all good things come to an end.
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