not enough, not ever enough.

something so fucking beautiful in endings... even the messy ones.

disgusted.

I don't know where I'm going.  Is this really where I want to be?

At least I'll have a story to tell??  But fuck am I terrified of what happens next.  A reckoning...

Mixed feelings, overwhelmingly towards "good idea regardless."

patience is a virtue.

But we never were, just those acquaintances whose lives coincide.  Fuck it, I don't need moody "friends."

when a descriptive metaphor of the friendship is "like navigating a minefield," it's time to let go.

I've been going through old journals and such in preparation for a GARAGE SALE on Friday. Apparently, I was a very strange and nerdy child. More so than I remembered... o.O

Also, a little bit disturbed.