Who da Ninja?
Me.
I am the ninja.
Things are kindof wierd around here. It feels like theres a raging river under a thin layer of ice and snow. You can't see it, and you can't hear it, but you can feel the rumbling of the beast wherever you stand. It's wierd pulling out of my own problems to see how shitty everyone else seems to be feeling. I always knew, but when you're unhappy, you almost expect everyone else to be unhappy. When they are, it's no biggy. Now, when I'm happy, and others aren't, it feels different.
Nothing I can do, of course, except be here. Maybe that's what I'm trying to say: I'm here. If you need to talk or need anything, remember that.
Our problem doesn't seem to be that we don't care for each other. Our problem is that we don't know how to express that without exposing ourselves to be things we don't want others to see or know about. I don't know if that's good or bad. All I know, is that for the first time in a very long time, I feel perfectly fine, and I almost (almost being the key word here) feel bad about it. What right do I have to be happy when my friends aren't? The answer is obvious: Every right. But it doesn't feel that way... and it does.
Who knows.
Anyway, I'm not too worried about falling through the ice. I can swim like nobody's business.
I'm just worried about everyone else.
I feel the torrent.
It frightens me.
Not for myself.
I am the ninja.
Things are kindof wierd around here. It feels like theres a raging river under a thin layer of ice and snow. You can't see it, and you can't hear it, but you can feel the rumbling of the beast wherever you stand. It's wierd pulling out of my own problems to see how shitty everyone else seems to be feeling. I always knew, but when you're unhappy, you almost expect everyone else to be unhappy. When they are, it's no biggy. Now, when I'm happy, and others aren't, it feels different.
Nothing I can do, of course, except be here. Maybe that's what I'm trying to say: I'm here. If you need to talk or need anything, remember that.
Our problem doesn't seem to be that we don't care for each other. Our problem is that we don't know how to express that without exposing ourselves to be things we don't want others to see or know about. I don't know if that's good or bad. All I know, is that for the first time in a very long time, I feel perfectly fine, and I almost (almost being the key word here) feel bad about it. What right do I have to be happy when my friends aren't? The answer is obvious: Every right. But it doesn't feel that way... and it does.
Who knows.
Anyway, I'm not too worried about falling through the ice. I can swim like nobody's business.
I'm just worried about everyone else.
I feel the torrent.
It frightens me.
Not for myself.