My hopes and dreams never die quietly.

I hate having to give the benefit of the doubt. It means I don't know something that I should. Or I know something I shouldn't. Either way... it feeds the monster.

I don't know if I can do this.

What do you do when life keeps spitting in your lemonade?

I fail at verbal communication.

I really wish I could figure out what exactly I'm trying to do.

It's amazing how many red flags I'm willing to ignore when they inconvenience me.

I spend most of my time these days seeking out distractions. Anything to keep these thoughts and feelings from overcoming me. Some days are more successful than others, but the nights are all the same. Come nightfall, my morale just crumbles. I end up lying awake for hours, numb with despair and loneliness. Neither the past nor the present can ( Read more... )

Sorry. I often seem to forget that optimism can cause crushing disappointment. I'll try to be less enthusiastic about the future so as to spare everyone the discomfort of my clashes with reality.

Whatever. As much as I hate it, I am grand champion at this game. Deal me another hand.