You know that saying ''Good things come to those who wait?''-
As far as my life goes, its been more like ''You make your own luck.''
I noticed recently I write best under extreme emotion or complete confusion (No matter how grounded I am on the physical plane). When I write my heart becomes the author, often it takes on its own path.
Right now I wish I had more control over the ideas in my mind- I think that would be going against my nature though, regardless of how accommodating it would be to other people. For the past couple of days I've been struggling to find a balance between being myself and pleasing the people I feel I need to, I don't really understand why I find it so pertinent to please these people either... more often that not It feels unnatural. The healthy thing to do would be to stop, and the comfortable to ignore.
Some people can be so goddamn immature about life (myself included)- its a complete waste of time. I understand a craving for drama but, really? Does it need to be this constant? Im a little tired of being the grape someone is trying to turn into wine. Its over and done.
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