boulevard of broken dreams

I miss my bed. I miss having solitary moments. I miss being alone…

But don’t get me wrong. I’m not a loner. As a matter of fact, I love going out with friends, I love being with my team, I love people…I love being around people because I love the noise, the buzz, the very alive atmosphere…But right now, I just want to crawl in my bed and bask in solitary peacefulness.

I feel like I’ve spread myself too thinly and that I need a break from the outside world. I need to have space for myself to reconnect with myself. How mightily convenient it would be for me right now to just stay in my dim room, listen to music, turn on my reading lamp and go through the pages of The Devil Wears Prada or The 12Th Angel or whatever book that I feel like reading at the moment. (I’m currently reading three–simultaneously.)

Life has been so fast-paced for me and I just want to relax right now. I feel so  mentally and emotionally stressed. That’s actually one more thing. My emotions are in turmoil right now and I can’t even figure out why…It might be some sort of after effect of something I just currently did, or it could be something deeper. I don’t know, how can I know when I don’t even have time to think about it. I mean, I have an okay job (not really great but okay), I have great friends, I have a great family, (I don’t have a boyfriend though, but that’s not the point), and yet I can’t help but feel that something is bothering me.  I know, go figure. If I could just get that time for myself…I know I’ll figure it out, and I know I’ll be fine. I’ll be back to my old bubbly self again. Some of my friends notice I’ve changed a bit and they even kidded me about being boring. I know….*dang* i don’t actually know. *sigh* [one more] *sigh*

take me far far away please…