So. After that fateful Sunday...now what?
You know this whole freedom thing is rather unnerving. I feel like I've become a boring person with no secrets to hide. lol.
I also have no idea what to do with my life anymore. I don't have a goal anymore. No weight that I'm desperately trying to shrug off. Just simply chugging along, doing what everyone demands. Living up or trying to live up to everyone's expectations--in my own quirky way--except my own.
But what do I expect really? What do I expect of me? I know what I expect of others. Haha. A lot. But what about me?
I feel like I haven't lived a single day of the past couple of years for me. But I guess that's how it's supposed to be. Cause if I were to live for me...I would have given up a long time ago. Really, really, I just want to go Home. I'm so Homesick.
But every time I think about your smile, I can't help but smile myself. You know kiddo you're the reason I took on this job in the first place. And at the end of the day, I just want to be able to think about your smile and know that I tried my best for you. And I hope that at the end of your's, you'll do the same. Haha, just don't hold on to me forever k? This world can't keep me forever. Home is calling.
