Comfortably ignorant

I tend to overcompensate a lot. Often trading nervousness for nonchalance, stumped-for-words for silence. Lately, the thoughts are getting less and smiles feeling more contrived. 

I need some time alone to realign my priorities. My heart has strayed and I need to chase after the right pursuits again. The issue with being the way I am is everything is equally painful and wondrous. Everything demands my attention, yet at the same time - nothing really matters either. 

What do I want.