Sometimes I feel like the most unimaginable idiot.
How many times can I really make a fool out of myself when it comes to my affections. My mind is distracted and diffused. I have come to doubt again all that I once held as true. I stand alone without beliefs, hopes, expectations. I have to examine why I keep making such terrible mistakes. Chasing has never been something I desire, but seems something I always end up doing. For now, I am still just going through the motions, but someday this has got to stop. Hello, cryptic. We've missed you.
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