Random Rambles
Expectation is the root of all heartache.
Shakespeare (via psych-facts)
Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
(via davegroh-l)
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Who wore it better? [via]

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Who wore it better? [via]

In dire need of a muse. Life has become stagnant. I would love to start writing again. 

I should look for all of my journals and post every entry I have ever written. Some people would probably be flattered to read of how I’ve dedicated countless moments pining over them. 

If only I knew they cared enough to read. 

Honestly, I wouldn’t post all of the entries for their attention or praise, I’d post for myself. Because I’ve always been too much of a coward to re-read/reflect on all the things I’ve written. 

But how am I going to become a successful writer if I’m mortified by the idea of my words/emotions sealed upon each ink-stained paper?

Things I’ll consider doing in the near future, I suppose. 

I need to stop saying I’ll do things and just do them.

I had one night of drunken idiocy and on a mission to reconnect with people I have missed.

I don’t know where this sudden need to rekindle emotions stems from, but I think I went about things all wrong. 

It says something to the kind of person I am; only expressing myself and my emotions while inebriated. 

Perhaps I was fueled by the encouragement of another and my need to be accepted by my peers. 

But it disappoints me that I do these things drunk. When I awoke this morning, I felt HORRIBLE. As if a train slammed into my face and there was just lingering negativity in the pit of my stomach like I did something wrong. 

I don’t even know how long it’s been.. YEARS really. smh. 

I don’t know how to hold conversations, I don’t know how to be a friend. I don’t know how to interact with people. 

I don’t know what my dysfunction is, honestly. 

I know what I have to do. I don’t know if I’m willing to do it though. I don’t know why I’ve become so closed off. 

-sigh- time for sleep. 

Im pretry sur e I’m going to regret what I just did. oh wel

I’m so drunk, I want to exclaim my feelings through the rooftops of every suburban house and let her know I love her. 

But I love him.

so, that poses a problem

Im drunk. have you met me?

I’m so drunk, I can’t see straight… not like I ever have….