What is really so hard about making a solid decision? One day, I want to run far, far away...from home and everything I know...and start a new life elsewhere. The next day I want to retrace my steps and live in the comfort of where my true love and I once lived together. I don't know what I want to do. My inability to just make up my freaking mind is leaving me stagnant, absolutely terrified to make any step at all. Sure, I'd like to believe that everything will work out eventually, that my mental torment is no indication of what my life will look like once I exit this stage of my life of still trying to figure things out. However, that's not what I believe in this moment. I think that I'm losing my sanity.
Remember when eeny-meeny-miny-moe solved all our problems? Although, at this point, doesn't it seem like a pretty reasonable solution? It sure beats whatever I have now.
Sophia Peony
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