welcome.
Meow.
Meow. |
Better now than last week of course. Better now than never. I'm not really sure what I'm not getting. I'm pretty sure it's trust, but I don't trust because I think anyone cares. (yet another stereotypical emo kid trait, i need to break this) But I don't let people care half the time. And if I don't even allow them to care, what's the point? That might be it. That, or I'm over thinking it again. I'm so proud of myself though. I don't understand how I've stayed out of trouble with this. No matter how bad it got I resorted to stabbing a notebook with my pen and breaking the pen rather than myself. Why did I not? Did I want too? Sure did. But I never did. And to think, no matter how tired my heart may be now, it's never been touched. I like that too. It won't stay that way forever (At least I certainly hope it won't), but I'd like to take in this innocent bliss of an untouched heart while I can. On another note: How has your ego been lately dear? You seemed hurt when I accused you for being a bit shallow, and I appologize for hurting you, but that doesn't mean I change my opinion. You use people, heck you use me, but I still deal with you from time to time. Like now, I really think when you pry like that you just don't want to hurt your ego. Poor little ego. And to you: Thanks so much. You have no idea how hard it is for me to even tell people about that. I'm greatful on so many levels. |
