I am not exactly proud of how quickly I was able to break beneath the weight of my social anxieties and fears. I guess now I have a better understanding of why some of the people in my life do the things they do, and cling to truths that should have been laid to rest long ago. There is no right way to love or to be loved. We accepted what we think is what we deserve, and what we believe can never be reached again. It seems a miserable way to lead one's life - forever clutching something that squeezes your heart and soul to near extinction. And all for what? Being able to say that we're not alone? That we are beings worthy of time and sacrifice? That above all else, we have succeeded in our quest for immortality? Not in the work we leave behind, but in the souls we touch, and those that touch us in turn. Craving for a connection has never felt more forced, but I guess sometimes I can be my own worst enemy, and all I can do, is simply try to ride the wave as it comes - as it comes crashing down.
