|we were always going back
||[Aug. 17th, 2010|11:58 pm]
neglecting. i've been neglecting so many things, and picking poorly in some sense.|
patterns repeat themselves with reason, they simply have no idea how to do something else.
i feel not myself anymore. but how am i not myself?
i feel alone in a room filled with people, yet somehow i'm content. balancing on the edge of happiness. i need something new, refreshing, or reinvigorating.
breaking patterns don't work, but what about bending them to your will?