Heavy Soul Darling.
Enjoy your stay.
I’m gonna spill a little of my heart here today. I haven’t done that in a while. This blog used to be so close and personal to me, now it’s just a mash up of different reblogs. I should start making this an outlet again.
Since summer started (May) I’ve been doing is mostly work. I have two jobs right now. Sad part is, it’s not even in my field. Then again, I’m losing interest in my field, which was a hard thing for me to admit for a while. I was afraid that admitting it would mean that I still don’t know what my passion in life is and I will always aimlessly coast through my life and end up miserable.
Right now, I’m still looking for jobs in my field. I mean, why not right? I have some qualifications for it so I should keep at it but there’s a lack of passion there. I’m jealous of the people who are doing things they love.
I’ve been feeling like I’ve been stuck in the same old routine for a while. I often catch myself reminiscing to when I was 18-19. I just remember being so happy and excited all the time. I don’t know what happened after that. Some say, I grew up, that it’s part of life, or things just change. And maybe they’re right, maybe I grew up. But does growing up have to be so depressing? I just feel so stagnant. Like I’m running in circles, not going anywhere. I wake up tired, go through my day tired, then pass out. Repeat.
On top of that, I’m running low on motivation. Motivation to see my friends, to go out, to try new things. I don’t know what it is. I just feel stuck.
Gah, maybe my pms is making me so eloquent on this but this is me right now. and I don’t think I’m a big fan.
"I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything."
Oscar Wilde (via kushandwizdom)