Imagine yourself just one step too tired to go to bed. I suppose that's how I feel right now. There is this urgent lacking. Lack, lack, lack that is nagging away at me. It's not that I'm not happy, it's that I'm not happy. The closer the future gets, the more uncertain it becomes. I think that's because the majority of my happiness comes out of external factors...so by the logic set forth by Aristotle, it's not happiness at all, rather, a hedonistic urge.
Women.
That's what drives me. I sometimes forget what it was like to have someone so dear and close to you. Oh, God, I miss her. I remember I read once that if you want to have a good laugh, write when you're depressed and then read your writing when you're in another mood. It's been a couple of months already and this lack hasn't disappeared. It's been one hookup, countless of conversations with other girls and that lack hasn't disappeared. All it takes is one conversation with her face-to-face and it all comes back to me, so naturally. I want to touch her so badly and it takes every strength in my body to remain composed and stoic and look at her with objective yes. How can Eric compare Mendi to her? I took one hard look at Mendi today and she's, while funny and girly, isn't quite up to the calibre I hold Sophia to. Is this supposed to be therapeutic or am I digging myself in a bigger hole than I started with?
She said it so aptly, once. That the bed is oh, so big after I've left. I know I'm not over by the fact that I do have a heartache when I do think of her or when I have to leave her. My friends really do try their best. LAS (Life after Sophia). I don't know if its something I have to work towards or something that time will solve. I am a particularly malleable dude and by any stretch of the imagination, three months is a good amount of time to think about something more objectively.
Six months. I've heard more than once that six months is the time that I'll be completely over her. Perhaps not, if I still talk about her like this.
Women.
That's what drives me. I sometimes forget what it was like to have someone so dear and close to you. Oh, God, I miss her. I remember I read once that if you want to have a good laugh, write when you're depressed and then read your writing when you're in another mood. It's been a couple of months already and this lack hasn't disappeared. It's been one hookup, countless of conversations with other girls and that lack hasn't disappeared. All it takes is one conversation with her face-to-face and it all comes back to me, so naturally. I want to touch her so badly and it takes every strength in my body to remain composed and stoic and look at her with objective yes. How can Eric compare Mendi to her? I took one hard look at Mendi today and she's, while funny and girly, isn't quite up to the calibre I hold Sophia to. Is this supposed to be therapeutic or am I digging myself in a bigger hole than I started with?
She said it so aptly, once. That the bed is oh, so big after I've left. I know I'm not over by the fact that I do have a heartache when I do think of her or when I have to leave her. My friends really do try their best. LAS (Life after Sophia). I don't know if its something I have to work towards or something that time will solve. I am a particularly malleable dude and by any stretch of the imagination, three months is a good amount of time to think about something more objectively.
Six months. I've heard more than once that six months is the time that I'll be completely over her. Perhaps not, if I still talk about her like this.
