stupid post

Who knows if anyone is ever really honest? Personally, I go with the more cynical route. The one that accepts the fact that everyone is dishonest and shady and that love is not eternal and that things fall apart. However, simply because I accept that as my reality does not make me okay with it. Instead it makes me paranoid and untrusting. Who likes being edgy and insecure? Not me for sure. But what choice does that leave me with? The one in which I am alone. Not alone in terms of whom I am surrounded by but alone in that I will never truly let someone into my heart completely.

chils fear excitement

joy amazement anxiousness wonder

e) all of the above



MAKE IT HAP`N` CAP`IN

paradox