I don’t know where things are going to lead me. I don’t know who will be by my side other than myself.
But I can say, no matter how much I like someone… If I think they could hurt me, I shut down faster than somebody could say “stop”.
It sucks. But I can’t shake the fear of that pain. I’d rather stand 50 yards away.
I just can’t even fathom it. I don’t know if that makes me sad. I don’t know how that makes me feel.
I crave companionship and closeness more than anything I’ve ever known. The thought of getting burnt just doesn’t seem to ease that.
I can’t handle getting hurt…I don’t even know if I can handle putting myself on that line.
Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???
Sweet bumper stickers I got today. :)
“My characters aren’t losers. They’re rebels. They win by their refusal to play by everyone else’s rules.” - Harold Ramis.
RIP and thanks for the laughs.
We miss you, Egon. :_( RIP Harold Ramis.