so awful ugly
feelings of loneliness, remorse and anger. and there's no fixing, no escape. half the time i want to forget everything i am, the another - not to remember anew. i've been working hard on the acceptance and resignation, but there is just something volatile, human, or peut-être animalistic that lays fields of landmines where i'd rather my fences. i hate to yearn, i hate to long, i hate the weakness of emotion that has velocity of falsely tamed and frigid oceans.