I sincerely wish I could say that I had more legitimate issues to worry about but…. I don’t. I mean, besides feeling super broke as any college student should, I don’t have real world, big people problems. My husband hasn’t left me, no body beats me, I don’t live on the streets, and I’m not a struggling teen mother. For whatever reason though, I waste my time and these tiny problems that won’t matter a year from today. I continuously try to figure people out when I know that it is impossible. I’ll never know why I can’t shake my feelings from a certain person despite all of the issues and confusion it has caused. I’ll never know why I didn’t get what I wanted at that time… I’ll never understand why things like that never seem to go my way and I’ll bitch about it until I tire myself out. (Which takes some time, mind you…) Human beings are so complicated, with their every thought and every emotion and every spoken word or unspoken word. One person can mean one thing, while the other takes it as something TOTALLY different. I just want to find an island where I can run to and forget that I have such frivolous worries…. I wish I could stop this ridiculous idea of a storybook romance becoming a reality. But ever since I was a child, I’ve always wanted these stories in my life. Beautiful tales that I could tell my children someday…. but try as I may, I don’t have these wonderful stories. I just have experiences, some good, some bad. How do I stop thinking about everything the way that I do? How do I just…. live?