November 2011
“Whether it’s taking each other for granted or people changing over time, the bottom line is, someone stops trying, and feelings aren’t as strong as before.”
—Strangers Again (via eyrafeleezia)
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Oh, what a beautiful mess this is.
There are a multitude of tiny people talking to each other in my head.
All of the littlest and tiniest parts of me. Some arguing, others at peace. Generally discussing my life, insecurities, the average-ness of my existence, my flaws and jane-of-all-trades master of none type talents. Pleased, frustrated, but most of all wondering.
HERE WE ARE.
I am submerged in my contradictions.
My mind IS rather reckless.
Thoughts since Happy Feet.
I miss that.
It used to be fun.
It used to be inspiring.
There was no such thing as me or them, it was always us.
Standing at the crossroads. Yes, no, maybe.
To each his own now.
Trust no one and do it for yourself.
