My life is a series of decisions. But for me they each feel all consuming. Every facet of my life seems to fall into two starkly contrasted sides. A or B. Black or White. Up or Down. Sad or Less Sad.
I always seem to be in the middle of one extreme or the other, rarely maintaining the delicate balance. It caused a fight between Malcolm and I last night. I felt myself getting too consumed with him so this school year I tried to shift the focus back on myself. Again, I tilted the scales too far in one direction and totally alienated him. He felt like I was barely there for him. I feel awful.