the rest can come later

It sucks when you realize that something you thought was over and done with is still lingering. You find that a tiny instant can trigger a memory and you're suddenly back to square one, extremely irritated.

I am happy here, I know I keep saying that but it's nice for a change, I walk down the street some days listening to my ipod and I'm just filled with such glee. I love my reporting class, my friends are cool people, the city holds so much potential for each and every day and yet I think Rosie is right. I allow myself to get caught up in the drama and the ridiculous details and they bring me down. I get wrapped up in what other people think and it crushes my good mood.

I am doing all that I can and hopefully I will bump into what I'm looking for one of these days but it's not about the people, it's about me and what my mind craves. Sure it would be nice to meet the right person and know that you're going to spend the rest of your life with them. I am a big romantic when it comes down to it all and I'm not into the random dating and the shit in between. I am into forever. I'm amused by the small stuff and at my age it's fun because I don't want a relationship now. But Rosie has a point, so I'm going to be more careful from now on.

I'm searching for my mental passion. The rest can come later.