...it's funny ( Read more... )

Nostalgia is you looking back and seeing all the happy memories that you've collected, should you be so lucky. So blessed. Your eyes linger upon empty tennis courts, quiet movie theatres and quiet rooms. You get sick. You feel a little stronger. You see all your failures and all your successes.

So many failures.

So many successes.

So blessedIt ( Read more... )

R.I.P. Nimrod. T_T

Sylar...is an Empath?

But...

I...

Huh?

I have come to realize a staggering amount of my friendships are founded inside bubbles of glass. Like their cousins, they are fragile, but unlike them these can theoretically be repaired. But it's risky. It requires caution if you don't want to cut yourself. More accurately as of late, however, these precious spheres break over intricate fields of ( Read more... )

People always nod their heads and act like they understand when I go on my spiels about how hard it is for me to trust people. Then, when they make a poke at that trust and it aggravates me, they insist on making it out to be like I'm overreacting. Or I'm being foolish ( Read more... )

I'm a little afraid of who I'm choosing to become and what I'm choosing to do about my friends. I'm not sure the right thing should hurt like this. I feel like I'm making a mistake ( Read more... )

You know, I've been feeling like there's a change happening to me all day. I think I've figured it out.

I am not ready for this again.

Fuck.

It.

All.

Why is that my mind insists on interpreting things in the darkest light possible? When I give someone some criticism and they go off and have to question an entire board for validation, it makes me think they don't value my opinion. Maybe that's because when this was flipped my way and I asked my Divergence Clan what they thought of my ( Read more... )

I'm torn between venting and sucking it up.