I have a shrinking image of the world, therefore I end up not liking a lot of the things I am doing. I can't remember why I chose to do them. By the time I get around to asking myself why I'm doing them, all I can see is the other people in my life who think I'm supposed to do them. "This is what other people want me to do." What do I want to do? Doesn't cross my mind most days. I listen to what my boss says. I get frustrated when my Dad says I should reconsider leaving. I am financially intertwined with a woman I often fail to notice. Somehow all this seems to be related to the bubble that I can sometimes exist in. No one is gone though. Nothing is done for. Even I can pop out of my bubble for something special.

I have a shrinking image of the world, therefore I end up not liking a lot of the things I am doing. I can't remember why I chose to do them. By the time I get around to asking myself why I'm doing them, all I can see is the other people in my life who think I'm supposed to do them. "This is what other people want me to do." What do I want to do? Doesn't cross my mind most days. I listen to what my boss says. I get frustrated when my Dad says I should reconsider leaving. I am financially intertwined with a woman I often fail to notice. Somehow all this seems to be related to the bubble that I can sometimes exist in. No one is gone though. Nothing is done for. Even I can pop out of my bubble for something special.