With my recent journey through selfdiscovery, I have selfdiscovered a bad habit.
I went for a walk today to the park down the street from my house and spent like
almost 2 hours there. It would have been longer but the batteries in my mp3
player died. My bad habit: smoking.
I really dislike smoking but lately it seems like my only friend. It's always
there for me when I need it, doesn't criticize me for who I am, and hell it
helps keep my head straight. I wrote to myself in my personal journal, that
I take with me almost everywhere, sat at the lake for a while, and then spent
the rest of my time sitting on the swing.
Although,I wish I was still sitting on that swing right now, just doing nothing,
I know I should try to keep my efforts going to come out. As I was walking home
Ryan pulled up beside me in his automobile (I'm thinking of the asian kid in
Sixteen Candles who drives his foreign exchange parents car in the lake...that
would be awesome to do.) God did I just want to kick him. But I also wanted to
come clean to him about myself.
Why does it have to be so hard to tell people who mean so much to you the truth?