i just was going to read some diaries that i havent read in awhile [and love loved] and i am sad because they are gone.
im also sort of upset that some people cant hold onto themselves. but still feel the need to pull others out of themselves, knowing full well that they are only covering their own selves half-assed.
yes, this is pointed. yes, i am vague. its easier this way. its so many things. and yet, it is so few instances.
but i always feel like the best things are the ones that hurt the most.
guess what, this must be up there on that list.
self-serving. self-loathing. its enough to say, im only the sum of my parts.
but really, not mean a word of it.