Vehement and fiery
I dont know what it is rage, or sorrow. I look back on things, being the pillar of sand that i am, and I just want to take it all back. I want a time machine and I want to erase those things from my memories. I hate it when people bring things up from the past and blame it on me when it was there own doing. I hate it when my heart sits in trusted hands only to let it slip through. I dont understand why I cant just except things, and its not like i have feelings its just that i cant believe they would do that to me. FRIEND. A word that I unfortunaly believe has no value, for many people. I cannot wait in a year I will be gone, and this place I will just be done with these people, and I will never have to see them ever again, and I will forget about them completely, and the things they say will not even matter in the grand scheme of things. But within this cradle of angier lays a seed of warmth and harmony. Suddenly nothing else matters, just her and I. I like that feeling. I am being very cautious with things, I do not dare repeat the same mistakes that I have made before. I really need to consult one of my trusted friends, and certains, manners that I must deal with. Then oh yes things can be in my favor. Or maybe its a problem of me caring. I think thats it, i think I care too much about really stupid things. I dont know, there are a lot of things i need to mull over. Choas, in my mind, I need to deal with things one at a time.