How much I want it. Normalcy. Not wanting it enough, obviously, otherwise I might actually make an Effort.
I sometimes wonder, though. What it's like to live in that bubble? How is my bubble so different? How can I ever care enough? What it's like to not feel like needing help, yet unable to ask for help? I watched a youtube video today, talking ( Read more... )

I'm back. Trying to write an entry here, where it's public, but I'm guessing not many people would read. So it'd feel both personal, and like, I might be talking to a friend here.

I don't know what sort of life is awaiting in front of me. How have I been? I'm not even quite sure myself. My heart breaks, breaks and breaks, with my own mistakes and ( Read more... )