So life is confusing when we spend it trying to regress into what we once were its the same thing surrounded by a different time so it cannot be the same thing
I am sorry that I do not appreciate you. Youre kinda wonderful but I just cant be bothered with all that because people live in you and your wonderfulness is not enough to make me feel like I want to be around them.
The things that are wrong in my life are sewn into my heart they are sturdy threads, the kind you use to cross stitch floss I do not know what is being held together or maybe its just some horrible pattern yes, its a pattern it is not a phase.