Hello, my lonely little asylum. How have you been? Did you miss me? Please don’t say you didn’t. Oh, well. Anyway. Are you ready for a slew of new rants? I’ve got several up my sleeve.
The world has started to become oblivious again.
Or is it me who refuses to walk with the world?
I don’t know. Either way, I don’t think I want to be told, again, that I’m closing my doors. I’m tired of trying to figure things out. Just what the hell is required of me? I’ve been saying, time and again, that I want to love and be loved without losing myself. I wonder if that is too much to ask?
Sometimes I am torn between wanting to conform and going off on my own.
I wish fate didn’t have to be so picky.