

The truth is,
I don't really hate math. I love it when I get in the mood, my fingers flying across the paper, scribbling down answers & work in a mad frenzy. Typing numbers and formulas into the calculator. Tap, tap, tap.
I liked math because it made sense, really.
It was simple.
Plug a number into a formula, and the answer was there. Written as clear as day. Ink on crumpled notebook paper. Perfection.
Then things became more complicated.
Formulas started becoming more intricate. Memorization became key.
Proofs and reasoning and critical thinking were thrown in.
The answers became less and less clear. Decimals, word problems, fractions. Help, help, help.
Cry, cry, cry.
I feel myself falling into the same patterns I did this time last year. I feel myself trying to learn from them, attempting to claw my way out of these habits and pull myself up, but I am caught by an overwhelming desire to just stop everything.
Even for a second.
To walk out of class and drive off.
To find somewhere to lay down in the grass and just exist. Sleep. Rest. Listen.
I am scared of commitment. That, or my subconscious is. Karma?
Each time I begin to feel happy with the direction things are going, everything changes.
Change, change, change. I need security.
My muscles ache and my heart hurts. I miss you. I miss it all.
I miss me.
I miss me.
I miss me.
I wish for days filled with laughter. Backpacks filled with rolls of films. Nights filled with that healthy balance of homework and creativity. Car trunks filled with paintings, and sketchbooks filled with ideas.
I know these days will come again. i just need to find the right formula.
xoxo.