Selfish is me...

Chasing dreams, earning a living, taking a break...whatever you may call it. Living away from home essentially sums up my life at the moment. Lots of tears I have shed during the last six months. Life away from home has been terribly difficult. I eat by myself, sometimes I end up eating nothing. I cry myself to bed thinking about what I'm missing out back at home. I walk the familiar streets of this island and I wished my other half was right there next to me. When I turn my head and a stranger looked at me coldly, I tear. I complain. And I complain all the time, that people are rude, colleagues are nasty, friends are fake. I keep complaining. I cry, I complain, I become a baby. I want things my way. But, things are in my way. I had a choice, I chose this path. Enough. Enough of acting like a baby because it isn't fair. It isn't fair to him. He never chose to have his partner live her live away from his. It's equally as difficult for him. Yet every ounce of his energy is used to soothe me, to make me feel better, to support my weak soul. It's time to wake up from my ignorent slumber of being a fucking baby. Stop it because it is nothing but selfish. You fucking useless baby!