Simply ... I need to shut the hell up. I've been talking and blabbering like only a fool can about everything and everyone that I've lost grasp of what's actually going on in my head. I think I did it in order to be less afraid of the world around me - how it suddenly morphed and changed its trajectory - leaving me disorientated and stumbling on the ground. It's strange how the people I used to love, are now the people I barely know and how I get to reacquaint myself with them without the burden of false promise. I've buried my head into the ground, only to find that I'm gazing upside down at myself, clearly evident that my quirkiness won't get me out of this one. If I want to move forward, I have to demand it - too long have I given myself a pass, just to avoid facing that I might have been wrong about a lot of things, too many to count, too many to bear. It's okay to say it: I was wrong, and that's quite all right with me.
