finch

it seems to me that it's always when we need the people we need the most that we just can't tell them we need them.

or maybe it's just me. and that is completely my fault. it is nobody's flaw but my own, and it would be lovely if i could do something about it. dunno if i can though.

i'm cleaning. i'm like...hardcore cleaning. this does not happen. ever.

i think i might be going insane. which would make sense, considering i just got back from a week with my family. my family who i love dearly, and who are wonderful in their own way. but i still want things to go back to the way they were before, a way that they can never be again. moving on should be easier. accepting things as they are should be easier.

should be should be should be. i need to stop whining and stop focusing on should be. should be doesn't matter. it's only what is that counts.

and disapointments disapoint, no matter how much you try to pretend that they don't.

hahahaha i'm so cryptic i crack myself up. this is one of those entries meant for me, though, so it doesn't really matter too much.

i still all of you.