I've been feeling a lot of guilt lately. I'm hoping writing it out and then releasing it will help me feel better.
I feel guilty for wasting a year and a lot of money having a pretty awful year away from home.
I feel guilty for missing a year of uni.
I feel guilty for walking past homeless people on the street, avoiding eye contact, knowing that I have spare change in my wallet, but not wanting to stop to get it out. This is the worst one for me. My stomach churns as I walk by, but I keep going. Pretty pathetic.
I feel guilty for not being more excited about all the travel I'm doing. I feel guilty for being in New York, a place I know lots of people want to come, and not enjoying it, not wanting to do more.
I feel guilty for still being so reliant on my parents at 21. I feel guilty for allowing my parents to help me financially.
I feel guilty for staying up late and sleeping in and not doing more with my time.
I feel guilty for always saying I will and never following through.
So I guess this is what my triumphant return to my blog looks like. I've been away for a long time, and a lot has happened and changed since I last posted.
