It's scary how guilty I'm feeling. Despite the constant reassurances (by friends) that I'm not doing anything wrong, I somehow feel like I'm making a mistake. I feel like I'm hurting others in the process of making myself "happy."
It's scary how I don't seem to care that I am eventually going to be hurt by all of this. That I continue to go on this path knowing fully well that things are not going to go as I had conjured in my deluded little world.
driving in the rain has never been so enjoyable. choco cream snacks have never been so sweet. spanish has never been so useful.
