I hate approaching people that I don’t know that well first. Hate. Hate. Hate it. I actually avoid people sometimes so I don’t have to greet them. I pretend as if I don’t see most people when I walk around by myself. Maybe I’m anti-social. Maybe I’m just weird. I need to get over it and gather up the courage to approach YOU. I am running out of time.
I was looking through pictures on my computer, and it’s amazing how even the most tightly-knit groups can turn into strangers in a mere twelve months. The smallest issues drove us all apart and on our separate ways. I miss having a group of girls I knew would always be there if I ever needed help, but I don’t miss the behind-the-scenes cat fights. It all seems so distant now, like it...
When it comes down to the basics, every human is selfish. Everyone is flawed in the most horrible way, myself included. I give up. Fuck courtesy. Fuck politeness. I’ll reflect what you give me.
borntosin: I’m lost somewhere in the woods. It’s dark and I can feel the soft and gentle slap of the frosty air upon my lips. I see the moon, the shimmering glow of solitude gently smiling a smile of woe upon the lonesome sky. The moon understands me.
I am generally a level-headed person, but once you piss me off, there’s no going back. A chain reaction triggers another chain reaction.