It really bugs me when people aren't honest about their feelings or who they are. I think Melisa
felicaggie is the only person who understands how much this irritates me. I feel like I've always been open about things...like I make sure people know the REAL me...I hate it when people hide under fake personalities, especially when you know the way they really are. "Sigh."
On another note...
Today, Ada drove by a place which I tend to avoid because all it does is bring back memories. Then we started talking...and before I knew it, there I was once again, reminiscing about something that never really was...and perhaps will never be. How do you keep faith in something that is constantly failing? Sometimes I feel like I'm walking backwards...heading toward the future, yet occupied looking at the past...