|Current mood:|| pensive|
|Current music:||The Early November-Sunday Drive|
sick of being tired..
When it's this late and you're this tired you almost forget about conscienceness. You hear the sound of the fan that you use as comfort [however it fits] and you see the stars emerge from the clouds out your window but you're lost in your thoughts you only take the time to think about at night and you forget about your senses.
Everything leads you down the path of forgetting about them...but then all you want is to embrace the past. Meaningless battles take place inside your head and nearly consume you. If you could just let go of all your constricting beliefs it would be okay. At least I'd like to think that. I never underestimated what they would do. I knew they'd forget about me if it was easy enough and it turns out it is. I fade into the background like morning into afternoon. Time tells stories of lost friendships and new beginnings. Three's a crowd and I'm odd man out. It's okay I guess, you learn to live with things when you know they won't subside. Trust is somewhat of an issue when you've been stabbed in the back this many times. You learn to let down your walls to anyone because let's be honest, you can't keep them up, and you've been hurt so many times what's the point in trying? Betrayal is a beautiful thing. Roses wilt and the night screams with silence so sharply its painful.