I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied, I don't know why I feel so skinned alive.
i have a habit of letting things build and never releasing them. writing is beautiful and discouraging. i have been trying so hard to hold myself together lately. it's not so easy. i am alone and made content by this, but sometimes i think i reflect too much on myself.
my radio was stolen out of my car today in the senior lot. perfect. of course, i went into my mode and began blaming myself. i know no one is diserving of misfortune; i am not exempt from this. but still, i lose faith. i have to remind myself that it is the choices that people make, not the people themselves, who are evil.
my radio was stolen out of my car today in the senior lot. perfect. of course, i went into my mode and began blaming myself. i know no one is diserving of misfortune; i am not exempt from this. but still, i lose faith. i have to remind myself that it is the choices that people make, not the people themselves, who are evil.