Stop. Just. Stop.

Everyone has it figured out. I get it. Everyone knows their God. Everyone knows their values and standards. Everyone is going on their journey. And whether it hurts, or it's the happiest they've ever been, they are starting to understand themselves more and more. Lucky them. The best, I must say, is everyone relaying the message to me. The clueless one. The one who needs to get a grip.

But guess what?

I don't want to hear about what YOU'VE discovered about life. Because it's your life. And that works for you. But sometimes it's not as simple or complicated as you make it out to be. And it's smothering. SMOTHERS me. If I'm not okay right now, that has to be okay with you. Because in the end, I'm always alright. Maybe not happy, but I'm alright. 

I don't want to go on any journey right now. I don't want to learn how to love myself, or better myself. Because I don't want to. I don't want to write about how I've discovered that I actually have a lot of pent up anger. I don't want my head to feel like it's going to explode.

I'm just going to idle by.