i either feel that my life is moving too slow or its too fast-paced. as of now, i may be exhausting myself.
also, i'm bothered by our conversation. it really makes no difference, to be honest. the outcome has already been decided, willingly decided. i wouldn't really be compromising anything. yet, somehow, it plagues me. it has nothing to do with the decision i made, but more along the lines of your willingness.
perhaps there's a reason why i feel compelled to keep myself constantly preoccupied lately. for the last several years, i've been rearranging my life for others and because of others. maybe its time i just... stop. maybe once, i should ask someone to rearrange their lives for me.
that's the root of it. why i'm so vexed.
there are no boundaries for me, but you have yours.