I just want to fuss
...and lash out. There's are so many things that I could allow to get under my skin at the moment. It would be a beneficial thing too. Alas, I cannot. The very things that are weighing so heavily on my heart--the reasons for wanting to lash out in the first place--prevent me from doing so. I guess all I really can do is stick my nose back in the book and attempt one more time. I don't want to give up, but I'm afraid this is one thing I don't need to handle it alone. If only I could understand it all, but I was not raised to think that way.
And my way of thinking, apparently, prevents me from a lot of things. Or views, rather.
I may as well just give up on attempting to be analytical. Oh I long to chase butterflies again. But I've been tainted. I may not be completely analytical but my way of thinking has been tarnished by pursuing the goal of thinking analytically.
Fuck it.
That is all.
And my way of thinking, apparently, prevents me from a lot of things. Or views, rather.
I may as well just give up on attempting to be analytical. Oh I long to chase butterflies again. But I've been tainted. I may not be completely analytical but my way of thinking has been tarnished by pursuing the goal of thinking analytically.
Fuck it.
That is all.