Half-scare

That. That figuratively sent a shiver down my spine (because it actually didn't, and I like to be dramatic). That's really adaptable. Is that why I was told those words? I need some reinforcements. Although it'll feel like such a waste, but it'll be worth it, won't it? Really got to learn how to read some day.


Just like old times. I really don't like the sound of that. Perhaps this is slightly different. The extent isn't that directly great. I hope.

Will it feel different; better? Or should I just leave well alone. Technically, it's not my business. I'm just feeling indignation. What good is ego, huh?


Getting that dried-mouth feeling isn't fun. That heart-pounding sensation; that cold sweat; that insistent frown upon my face. I wonder why it's happening this time. Is it because I'm confused? Will I feel better if it's set on the right path? Will I be gullible or reckless?


Was any of what happened real? Or was it really just target practice?

Que Sera, Sera

You're so much stronger than before. Come on! Live your own life, why don't you.

If there's nothing else to believe in, why not believe in this: What's yours will be yours. What's not yours will never stay with you. Take a hint, and, well, take a hike, I guess.

There will always be people who care about you. Why forsake them for someone who doesn't? Sure, it may sound vindictive, but living aimlessly isn't the way. Find your own path; find your own way; find your own happiness!

You used to love writing. What happened? Aside from the incessant minutes writing, there MUST be a creative outlet. Why are you spending time on something unrewarding?

Like they used to say in school, "Wake up your idea!" Love yourself before people can begin to love you.

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