lj is so oldskool :P
i guess it's just this time of year.. coming home.. cleaning my room. there are too many things to remember, and since i wont let myself remember them most of the time, when i DO let myself, they all rush at me too quickly to decipher any of them, not even as broken promises, let-downs, imperfections that were ignored [there were]. sometimes i wonder if feeling those bad feelings would be better than feeling nothing at all, or at least rarely letting myself. honestly all i know right now is that i have no idea who i am and i don't want to have to define myself through the people around me. but idk if there's any other way to do it, really.
if i've learned anything these last few months it's that it's just as hard to let someone in as it is to let someone out.
"it's your bed, so choose a side, i'll take the one closest to the door."
if i've learned anything these last few months it's that it's just as hard to let someone in as it is to let someone out.
"it's your bed, so choose a side, i'll take the one closest to the door."