Enmesh

Living this life, alone and yet with so many others. Ironic, the more that one tries to address the problem, the worse it seems to get.

Today, learning about gender and all that jazz, I can't help but wonder, why do these people even bother? All it invites is criticism... Then a realization, I'm in the exact same position, aren't I? Not exactly persecuted, but not exactly understood...

I'm starting to see the past through rose-tinted lenses. I know its not right though. I need to stop, because we weren't the people that I see in my mind.

Anathema. Are you there? It was somewhat comical to me... That it should be an anathema, to ask the question itself.

OSI. The Escape Artist. Perhaps I should be alone for a while. Not for long, I'll be back 100% next week most likely.

Let it be, let it be.

Songs, poems, prose, drama, close.

Block test 2 coming and I'm playing online games. Whatever. Not like the people that matter will notice, they already think I'm slacking. I guess I'm that sort of person, who needs verbal affirmation. Pathetic isn't it? That's what you would think wouldn't you.

Enmesh. When two things are twisted together so tightly, you can only separate them by force. How true.