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I remember when looking at a blank screen made me want to fill it, made me want to pour everything out. At this point, though, it's so intimidating. I have said the wrong things so many times.
Although grateful for my ability to be open minded about things, and see the two sides to most situations, it'd be nice to be more shallow for a bit. Lurking in the depths of my mind often leads to isolation. It's not clearly isolation, but I feel so detached from everything and everyone. Even the people I see nearly every day of my life...I never seem to find words to explain.
Some things are better off being not explained.
I've always thought that when all else fails, you are supposed to turn to yourself. I truly feel that I can't even do that; I am unreliable to myself.
So what happens then?
Where is any of this going?
...one of these days..i don't know. i really don't.
i am sorry. i wish i could explain better. i hope i can before its too late.
Although grateful for my ability to be open minded about things, and see the two sides to most situations, it'd be nice to be more shallow for a bit. Lurking in the depths of my mind often leads to isolation. It's not clearly isolation, but I feel so detached from everything and everyone. Even the people I see nearly every day of my life...I never seem to find words to explain.
Some things are better off being not explained.
I've always thought that when all else fails, you are supposed to turn to yourself. I truly feel that I can't even do that; I am unreliable to myself.
So what happens then?
Where is any of this going?
...one of these days..i don't know. i really don't.
i am sorry. i wish i could explain better. i hope i can before its too late.