Drink. Check. Hoodie. Check. Crazy hair. But of course. I haven't been writing much recently. The xanga blog is pretty much dead and I will close it down after I'm done saving the three (or four) years of stuff in there. This one, I am not passionately involved with but may use for cathartic purposes when it becomes impossible to keep stuff inside.
So. Things have been coalescing, mutating and changing in my head. All relationships, except for the ones I have with my family and one friend in particular are strained. Whether that's my own fault or circumstantial, I don't know. I don't talk to anyone, make no overtures, not unless people seek me out first. I will only talk to them if they talk to me. I won't do anything else. I refuse.
As for things of a romantic nature, I don't want to get involved with anyone. Life is much simpler. And any hint of anyone wanting me in that manner, tends to get me pricklier than a porcupine. Especially people who think I owe them something. Who want some claim on me. Maybe it's bad, maybe it's a flaw but for now I just want to simply exist.
Building walls carefully, so so carefully. I won't let you hurt me again.
4 comments:
just live...it's the most passionate way to be.
x
There's is also a romance in writing that people like us can't escape. We seek it without words seeking us.
I miss talking to you... I am so sorry I havent done so in such a long time.. :(
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