Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated

Well, the past few weeks have been just a flurry of events (I don’t know why I keep saying “flurry” — I’ve even just used it in a story I wrote for the DI). I think I’ve endured more drama, stress, work, and random other shit in the past week than I’ve ever had this year, or at least that’s what it feels like.

Matters concerning the heart are so confusing. There are times where I feel like I’m in a situation that needs to be dealt with immediately; and there are others where I just want nature to take its course. I had a conversation today that put things into perspective about a certain boy and a certain impending trip. I still don’t know what I want to do about our predicament, because it’s hard to think about such a difficult future when the present’s being so good. Then again, the present isn’t being very fun when you know the future is going to be difficult.

It’s strange how working tonight has been rather therapeutic. Unlike last night in the newsroom, where I was ready to fall asleep at 7 in the evening, I was listening to jazz and NSync and chatting with my co-worker Anna. I don’t know how it is I’m feeling better (not less stressed, thoughly, sadly enough) about some things, but now I’m a little more determined to get some things done.

I don’t know what the next few days are going to bring me. I’m a little scared to find out.