My whole life is based on need. I care about what others think and I do things for the sake of their benefit. I do clubs, volunteer, try to achieve good grades, and work. I started these things not from joy, but from need. My own friendships became forged from my desperation to need a friend. I did not care about the person, rather I just needed to assauge my loneliness. Now, this time around I need a hobby. I want something to fill the void of my free time. But, while I find one because I need to or because I want to? I probably will never know.
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