...and miles to go before I sleep.

It's strange.

I've noticed that the only time I really feel horribly depressed is when I know I'm going to be by myself for a while. If someone says they have to go, or if I'm sitting in my room, I feel that familiar pain in my chest. I don't like this feeling... I can never describe it quite right, either. It's an odd mixture of smiles and frowns, bouncing around insanely like molecules in a mircowave. Said feeling drives me to move around and be busy. I often find myself taking walks in no particular direction, day or night, in attempt to rid myself of this feeling. I only started doing this over a year ago, but it felt good whenever I did. I always wanted to find someone, or meet someone to gain company, but at the same time I didn't talk to anyone I saw and dreaded for them to talk to me. I suppose I'm a very confusing person in this aspect... that I can never understand what I want. I assume that's also why others tend to become easily frustrated with me. Hmm... Well, until I figure it out, I guess I'll just have to keep wandering the planet, meeting new people and doing new things. Hopefully I'll gain some sort of decisiveness in the end, haha.



Now I'll leave you with a poem I've had stuck in my head since the eighth grade.


♥♥♥


Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.