When I think of the rest of my life, I think "wake up. eat. work. eat. watch t.v. go to bed. wake up. eat. one day I won't wake up" and I feel so trapped. Certain books and movies take me out of this, but when I finish them, I get really sad because I wish that was my reality but know it's not and can't be. I dwell on them for days. I have friends, and a family, and a boyfriend. I'm in school and I work, and i'm not antisocial. I just wish my life was different. I think even if it was though, I would just want something else. I hate routine, safety and order, yet I am the most organized person I know. I never do anything dangerous or against the law. I plan every detail out in my life. Is there something wrong with me? I think a lot, probably too much but I can't stop.
Also, I have mild panic attacks sometimes.
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