you pull me under.
i dont know what to do anymore. or what to think. or which way to go. whats best for me. shouldnt someone else tell me whats best for me? as lately im thinking i’ve had no clue. ive been too busy trying to think of whats best for everyone else.
its 9.02am and im here at work. where i spend most of my hours in a day. and my refuge amongst the clutter and computers and sculpture of metal and wood, is my blog. or random emails from people i love. or sometimes, work itself, when i actually get around to doing it and i give it all i’ve got.
i am tired of running to people who have heard it all before. its like ive stripped layers of my skin everytime i’ve turned to them when shit goes down, and now im raw and everybody can see everything. the weakness and confusion and the most frightening part, the real part, the part where i have nowhere else to go. the part where i dont know what to do.
i dont have a boyfriend sometimes, i’ve realised. i have a 24-hour teacher. we have driven each other up the wall, especially last night, to the point where we couldnt even talk anymore and the only things that came out were stutters of some word or another, and i was treated like a child, being told not to speak, to go to the other room, to sit quietly and sulk.
is this what i want in life? for i know if i try harder it could be ok. he wants the house. and the travel. and the security. and all that. but is that what i want NOW? i know i want that later, i’ve always wanted that – for later – but what if this all just scares me shitless, and i run and i run, and i look back and regret for taking off and not trying just that little bit harder?
then in the middle of the night. me in one room, and him in the other. the silence that exists when you’ve turned the light off, and you cant sleep. the little noises you pick up with eager ears – the rustling of sheets, when he moves, the sigh. then, in the middle of the night. the weight of him sliding next to you, and enveloping you in his warmth. the apologies. the promises. the questions: are you going to leave me?
i dont know.
i dont want you to leave me.
i dont know.
i dont know. i dont know.