i want to go somewhere new and be open to anything that comes my way. it's too easy to assume that everybody else is going to save you. it's too difficult to realize that the only person who can save you is yourself. and it's too gad damn hard to grasp the concept of that. because i should have done it a long time ago.

my sleeping patterns are really irregular lately, and i keep wanting to throw up everything that i eat.

unresponsiveness is always the worst, because if i was looking for a blank expression and the sound of silence, i'd be conversing with my ceiling. (oh, and you. you owe it to me to be here.)