where did the breakdown in communication begin? where is this giant fracture that has ended up in silence? it's hard for me to try to fix something when i am not even sure how it got broken. people will come up with their own rationales and conclusions to suit the situation how they see it, even if it doesn't actually fit at all. one minute you are laughing, the next you are crying. and some people stand on the side, watching but not paying attention, choosing to be passive instead of active.
and sometimes things that one thought were going nowhere start to get some kind of direction. i have never really liked cranberries all that much up until now. i never thought i would do all of this again but it's nice to have this kind of familiarity. i want to submerge myself in everything that isn't all the garbage elsewhere in my life. you came along at the right time.
i have typed, deleted and retyped(and deleted) sentences in a cryptic enough manner but i can't seem to fit into the groove of phrasing i used about boys before.
i am all wiggly and happy. i don't feel guilty about it whatsoever.
