Reflecting...
I've been reflecting a lot the past two days.
Writing has given me an option to escape reality and pursue a world in which I control every aspect of, but in the end when I stop writing and lean back against the wall, I'm still back at square one.
I'm a failure.
I look back on the ways I've managed my relationships with members in the family and I realize I've neglected too much, acted too selfishly. I don't call them often, I tend to ignore their calls just because I'm not in the mood to talk. Even though picking up and saying "I don't want to talk," is being just as much of an a$* as not picking up at all, at least I gave them a response. At least I picked up.
I look back on the ways I've managed my relationship with my friends and I've realized I really pay too much heart and attention to them. I know it's mostly because I'm lonely that I seek out my friends too much, always hoping they will be there and because of this I tend to neglect my family. To me, friends are also a route of escape. Perhaps I make them out to be more important than they should be in my life. I shouldn't just revolve around my friends, no matter how close they are to me, because it burdens the both of us.
I sit around in my room and stare at nothing. Hoping for something. But I can't just sit and hope without striving for it.
I inspect my work and despise it, wondering why I'm so terrible at everything I do. But I can't just keep hating myself and my work, because then I will never be able to actually improve and do better.
I have to want to do better, otherwise I'll always stay at square one.
Why can't I be more independent? Why can't I be more useful? Why can't I care less about some and more about others? Because I'm a failure. I'm going to change that.
