Pathetic. Time and again I told myself not to let anybody in but i do anyway. And they leave. They always do, shredding everything that was left in me, to pieces. I don't think I have anyone to blame but myself. Why don't I ever learn from my mistakes?
It's so superficial, I know, but I can't help wondering how those people must feel. It's like they have the world, isn't it? Their own world, where nothing else matters, where they don't have to fit in but everyone has to fit in with them.
What would you do when you have two lovely butterflies, but one is so ready to take flight it's like you could lose it any time, whereas the other is willing to stay by your side?
I feel like a hobo. Emotionally, I mean.
Not that I know how a hobo feels emotionally or mentally but I feel kind of lost. Like I don't know where I should go now. What do you do after followed something you thought was special, and wandered and got lost in the forest, finally found your way out, but stupidly walked back into another? I don't even really know what i'm talking about anymore EMOTIONS ALL IN A BIG BUNDLE OF HOOHAAHEEHORHHHH
Hmm. Would it be worth it to get out of that one though, after all that was so lovely?
I haven't exactly found out the answer yet.