Borrowed in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write
- May 3, 2015, 11:41 a.m.
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I’m doing nothing.
I mean, now I wake up every day early in the morning and if I don’t go to work, I take children to school. Then I’m free until I have to pick up kids from school. I wander around town. I go to home stores and look at gardening tools. I go to the mall and buy new shoes for the kids, or a nice new leather bag for myself. I have lunch with some friend that I had forgotten existed while I was in Los Angeles.
I’m living a life that is not mine. I never wanted any of this, in fact, I think that I made specific choices out of fear of this becoming my life.
But this isn’t really my life. This is someone else’s existence entirely, and I’m just filling in until I know what to do with myself.
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KissOfLife! ⋅ May 04, 2015
If I didn't know any better, I'd swear this was written by a soccer mum.
Telstar ⋅ May 05, 2015
Very few people know exactly what we want out of life - we always know when we're unhappy.
What do you REALLY want? Answer to yourself, not to me or others.
Good luck.