we were always going back
neglecting. i've been neglecting so many things, and picking poorly in some sense.
patterns repeat themselves with reason, they simply have no idea how to do something else.
i feel not myself anymore. but how am i not myself?
i feel alone in a room filled with people, yet somehow i'm content. balancing on the edge of happiness. i need something new, refreshing, or reinvigorating.
breaking patterns don't work, but what about bending them to your will?
patterns repeat themselves with reason, they simply have no idea how to do something else.
i feel not myself anymore. but how am i not myself?
i feel alone in a room filled with people, yet somehow i'm content. balancing on the edge of happiness. i need something new, refreshing, or reinvigorating.
breaking patterns don't work, but what about bending them to your will?