This is only a place for me to vent. I'm not looking for understanding or help.
"Don't leave my hyper heart alone on the water."
Sometimes I find myself walking away from my friends for a couple minutes. Sometimes I barely talk. I do that when I can't think, when my brain is too full of bad ideas and fantasies to hold a conversation. I think it comes off as pretension sometimes, or self-pity, or pouting. Maybe it is sometimes.

I am the only person in between myself and happiness. No one can bring it to me. Even if all I want was given to me, I'd be a miserable person. So I have to change the way I think. I can't be a tunnel-sighted romantic. I can't be a pensive child. I've known these things for a while. But really, Chris.



"No one said this would be easy."