I feel like i'm being punished. Maybe it's the "no more v-day shit i never really cared about, but still wanted" syndrome. I'm beginning to think the doomed prince of denmark was right. "Frailty thy name is women". I always hated and loved that line, but mostly disagreed. Everything is not going the way I planned; well the way I planned it subconciously. Where's the convenient "clear" button at the top left corner when you need it? Thanks alot fate. Sometimes I am madly deeply, and other times completely frozen over - an ice box settled in my chest. Send me a goddamn sign; a fucking flare or something. Back and forth the pretty little desperate words are for me, then in a split second they're not. The way you talk! By god it's so disarming, no hint of anything. Is it just me? Is this a bad case of apathetic projection? Vainity at its best? I am fucking moving to china if I don't figure this out, or keel-over first. Existing with a metaphorical daisy in your hand plucking the tiny little frail appendages off one after the other is by no means the way anyone should exist.
KELCIE
