im struggling to know how or why im supposed to put my heart on the line when both sides of the fence are willing to stomp on it. is there a reason i was a hermit for the last two years? yeah. its days like today. i know its 'cowardly' in some regards, but ya know what? hermits and cowards dont EVER have people disappoint them, since they never put their necks on the line.
maybe i should go ahead and keep doing that. fuck the world, and just get by until the sweet release of death decides its my time, and i can be done with this life. (no, that was NOT a suicidal thing in any way. fear not)