In retrospect

Forgive the previous post. The emo in me got the better of me. I have half a mind to delete it, but I won’t. It’s not like many people’ll read it, anyway. Maybe only those who follow my life our lives closely. I don’t want to write about sad moments because I don’t want to remember them. I don’t want other people to know what’s really going on. But the situation asked for it. So to echo my previous words, “I give you the permission to beat the emo out of me.”

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“life does not cease to be funny when someone cries
nor does it cease to be serious when someone laughs”

Thanks, K.

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Happiness does not always end with death.

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I said sane, self-righteous shmuck. And, no, it’s not. I finally admitted it; I’m tired of convincing myself otherwise.

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you don’t hope
you just do.
there is no what if.
you are strong enough if you know you are strong enough.

I don’t know what to say in reply. I’ve said these to other people before, and now I’m the one hearing it. As if I need reminding. aww.. sh*t. I do need reminding! What the hell happened to me?!