Angels wanna wear my red shoes...
When you spend a week by yourself at home (with Strep Throat) you tend to do a lot of thinking. You tend to evaluate your relationships and yourself. You tend to over-analyze everything, but you learn a lot. Sometimes you figure out things you didn't get before. Sometimes you don't. I did.
Only thing is, I never know how to go about changing things. I never know how to go about fixing the things I see as fucked up. Often, I misidentify those things anyhow. It's ridiculous how lost in my own head I can get. It makes me feel hopeless, despite the behavioral medications. It makes me feel useless, too. Boo-fucking-hoo, Karianne.
You got to be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.
Only thing is, I never know how to go about changing things. I never know how to go about fixing the things I see as fucked up. Often, I misidentify those things anyhow. It's ridiculous how lost in my own head I can get. It makes me feel hopeless, despite the behavioral medications. It makes me feel useless, too. Boo-fucking-hoo, Karianne.
You got to be cruel to be kind, in the right measure.