It's like I can't stop my mind from thinking sometimes. Usually all the time. I think it's why I work so much. Why when I'm not working I run. When I'm not running I'm reading, and when I'm not reading I'm..searching. I've been trying so hard to be optimistic these last few months, and it has been working. I've been surrounding myself with good people, not taking things so personally, and really looking on the bright side of things, but for whatever reason this weekend was hard. I felt very alone. Can we ever truly conquer those demons that lurk within us. Will it ever be intrinsic, or will I only feel good when others are actively trying to make me feel good. Is that selfish or realistic? I always get this way when I read Murakami.
I wish I had a picture to put up here. I'll be snapping off lots this week. Summer in the city.