Why would someone not want to read this for fear of the truth? There isn't a single person but one who refuses to read this. It hurts - tears deep into me. Maybe they're just a pussy and can't handle the truth. I hate that. Stop disillusioning yourselves.

I'm torn into a million pieces again my dears. I've refrained from blogging much for a few reasons; not having the energy, capacity and well time.
Maybe you're sick of me going on about this emotion thing, tired of seeing me sad. You want me to be happy eh? I think pursuit of happiness is a lifelong thing.
Are you all happy where you are? I suppose we should all embrace whatever situation we're in and be happy about it. I should be happy. I should make myself happy at all times. I shouldn't cry...right? I mean that's just not allowed...

Broken

Uncomfortable

Annoyed

Confused

Comforted by the thought that my friends are always concerned (I hope).
Disconcerted by the thought that they are fed up of me and either way I work things out on my own.

When you're talking to someone who doesn't care. Who can't ever understand because they're not even digging deep enough and are just there to buffer and "support" but they're not hearing you. They're not trying to. I suppose I'm guility of it too... I hate the shallowness.

*pause to cry ponder muse and get over it*

Thanks Johnny. You're a doll princess ;) *runs*
Thank you to those who have offered me such support when I've been at my lowest. Thank you for picking me out of this sticky self-pity muck. For knowing better than I do that I don't need this. I do appreciate all you have to say. Here I especially think about lab and dars.

Have calmed down considerably now. Back to reality for me.