Not answering the phone
There is nothing worse than taking a hiatus and not being missed. Running, ducking, hiding, and knowing that people haven't bothered to come looking. Pulling away from something that I want so deeply only to find that I'm not worth fighting for. For a day, a week, a month... even a few minutes.
But I suppose I should take it all as a sign. Nothing, nobody, no place is dependable. Trust is stupid. And the people that you've trusted the most and been the most vulnerable with will fuck you over. I don't believe anything anymore.
After a good day, I come back to this, once again. It makes me wonder what's real, what's worth it, and what I can take before I start throwing everyone out.
Thank you, those who have found me. And thank you, those who haven't. One more little lesson down the road of life, right?
I blame this entry entirely on hormones, but that doesn't make it any less valid. I'm just not sure where to go with myself anymore.
But I suppose I should take it all as a sign. Nothing, nobody, no place is dependable. Trust is stupid. And the people that you've trusted the most and been the most vulnerable with will fuck you over. I don't believe anything anymore.
After a good day, I come back to this, once again. It makes me wonder what's real, what's worth it, and what I can take before I start throwing everyone out.
Thank you, those who have found me. And thank you, those who haven't. One more little lesson down the road of life, right?
I blame this entry entirely on hormones, but that doesn't make it any less valid. I'm just not sure where to go with myself anymore.