“building bridges out of matchsticks”

It’s certainly been a while, hasn’t it??

I haven’t seen you lately, although if we’re being honest — that’s likely my own fault. I hadn’t found a reason for being on here: even though I probably have tons. If we’re being completely honest, I actually forgot you existed until my phone made a little ding which told me that I had a notification from you..Oh well. Let’s try this again: let’s write — for the sake of writing. It doesn’t really matter if it comes out like garbled words, as long as it comes out making some sort of sense, I’ll be happy.

So here we meet again, Medium.

Say “hi” to the kids for me, will you?

Remember when you were younger, and your parents — or someone older than you — told you that everything is was going to be fine in the end, even when you knew that it wasn’t? Well, let me tell you something: everything is going to be fine. That’s something that I lately have had to convince myself of almost every day lately, I know what I want to do in life, but it’s the waiting to get there that I don’t like. I have to work a job, one that I don’t particularly want but it’s something until we’ve saved enough money for Stephanie and I to move towards schooling, and ultimately — work in that field we want. Every day for the past month, it’s been the same thing on my part: get up, write a review on warrenisweird [which, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy doing it] and then finding something to do to keep myself sane. You’d think it’d be fun to do nothing for days with no end. But it’s not. It feels almost draining — to do absolutely nothing.

I get it, this is how things have to be for now, I can’t handle the waiting aspect. The waiting is the worse.. Yes, a year [to two years] isn’t that far away, I feel like I’m going insane with the thought of it “eventually” coming. I just wish I wasn’t so estranged to the world around me. I want things feeling normal again in my head. Instead of constant internal screams begging to get out, only for me to open my mouth and…Nothing .Zilch. Nada. Zero.

Oh well.

It’s like they say:

“Everything is going to be fine in the end.”

— Warren.

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