Conflicted is the word that comes to mind. I know where I want to be, but it’s not just here, it’s also there. I’m not in between, I’m here, and I want to be. But I want to be there and I can’t be both.

I won’t be both. I know what’s easiest, I know what’s hardest, but I don’t know where to be. I don’t want to know what to do, I want to know where I should be.

Here is a greatness, but there is a different greatness. Both have things the other doesn’t.

It might be easier if they had the same things, or it might not. I’ve been there, and it only seemed great, but it wasn’t, but now there is better, or maybe it only seems this way.

I’m staying here till I have to leave and maybe I’ll go there. Here is where I’ll stay. It’s just what is there that makes me curious. But there should have thought about that the first two times it kicked me out.

Other journals:

Journal 1

Journal 2

Journal 3

Journal 4