currently spinning:
pj harvey – stories from the city, stories from the sea
several things have been going through my head:
have I (once again) pushed myself into the insubstantial?
I hate this. Am I a happy person with a down streak, or a down person with a hyper streak? I don’t know, I can’t figure it out, and I hate being regarded as someone in either extreme without some sort of regard for the other half. I am NOT some silly happy girl, no matter what I might seem. but the sad thing is that I’m also not the driven-motivated girl that I sometimes like to think I am. I guess I see myself as the driven-motivated girl looking for something to do. (“what’s worth my time?” she muses to herself as she types these words on the screen. “what can i devote myself to?”)