Freakishly early in the morning (for me) and yet I’m wide awake tapping away on a smartphone. It’s been a while since I last got roused awake by thoughts so loud, accompanied by the continuous whirring of my head to find answers I know I can never fully form.
I saw this coming, I know myself only too well. I don’t like being tied down, physically or emotionally. Time and time again my weariness proved myself correct. I am fully functional as a human being, complete with the ability to feel and love but I am self-centred enough to want to do it my own way, in my own time and only with the amount I am willing to give.
I still find it hard to be there for the people who are important to me. Am I selfish? Almost everything becomes a chore after a while… Even smiling continuously for no apparent reason other than pleasing someone becomes a tiresome routine. This goes for trying to feel happy when you’re tied down in a place where you know you have no means to break out of. I need my space. I need space to move around, to scream my thoughts out loud, to cry in frustration, to hurl things, to smile to myself and to be myself. It’s getting increasingly unbearable when you know you’re trapped between finding a sense of self and trying to appear to be the perfect person you’re expected to be.
Stuck in a limbo. I’ve always prided myself on being one of the most adaptable creatures around. I blend in seamlessly till that starts getting the better of me. I start getting restless and I want to move on. The infuriating part is that there are things you can never move on from. Your responsibilities. Your life.
I’ve always embraced my freedom, I was never ever afraid. I detest it the most when I’m jailed by things I can never get rid of in this lifetime and just to get by I change myself. How many of my dreams have I compromised, just because I decide to be less selfish than ever?
Stop closing in on me. I need to breathe.