It has been a while, I know. To start off, today marks 11 months. These past few months I have been trying very hard to keep myself busy and distracted. If I'm not busy with school, being in a play, or writing for the newspaper, I'm busy trying to distract myself with anything and everything else. I've been so caught up trying to distract myself that I haven't taken the time to sit down and write this. So, I'm sorry. I have been loving the freedom my mind has been getting, even if it's briefly, with all of the things that I've taken part of.
Distractions are temporary, which is why I want more and more and more and...you get the point. The bad part about distractions is that it becomes addicting. It can also have no boundary, meaning that it can be either good or bad. In my case, it's both. I've just been wanting to distract myself so much that I cannot get enough of them, and I haven't cared whether they were good for me or not. As long as it's taking my mind off of him.
I can't believe it's been 11 months. Even though I could say more, I'm not going to because I really don't want to dwell on it.
Until next time (very soon, I promise).
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