June 15, 2013
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On an Island
Helen was telling me that she wanted to move to New York, and I was saying that I would go with her after I finished my studies. However, I get very depressed when I think about traveling (actually when I think about anything), so perhaps I should just not go. I’ve already told Steven that if I fail everything, I’m going to move to an island and never see or talk to anyone else ever again. He gave me this sad and fearful look and asked “what am I going to do without you?” I replied “I guess you could come with me.” “But what would we do there?” “I don’t know…throw coconuts at each other?”
My dad says when you wake up everyday, you should look in the mirror and laugh a hearty laugh. I know I’m misinterpreting, but I feel that I do laugh at myself whenever I look at the mirror. I see a woman scorned, someone who lost all hope in life, doesn’t want to be around anymore, and just a tired old fool. Why am I even still around?