le sigh
I can't help but worry every day that I am not going to do enough with my life and that my decisions will hurt others more than they make me happy.
The feelings of guilt for wanting a home with a beuatiful kitchen while other people are starving makes me disgusted with myself. And yet I still want these "things" society predisposes me to want.
I know what I want to be, but I don't know how to transform myself, and it looks so hard, and I am scared, and overwhelmed.
What are the limits and where do the boundries lie in consumption.
Will I ever be the type of person I think I should be? When xan I be statisfied with myself?
It is a scary prospect kids.
2004-05-17 | 1:53 a.m.