(no subject)
I have blocked out the best memories I have. I find pieces in the bread crumb trail I left & remember it was an experience, no matter the outcome.
I am a bitch. I have no good reason to be. I feel horrible after being so mean but it's almost like I can't control it. Yet I am somehow engaged to the nicest man I've ever known. Sometimes I daydream that he will team up with me on mischievous endeavors. I am the horrible person.
It's easier to feel lonely in a group than hiding at home.
Posted via LiveJournal app for Android.