and the isolation has begun once again. 


I don't know why I get so jealous. I just do. So when I see you're smiling faces with friends I used to have I can't help but feel a little sad about what things have become. No angst. No silent loathing. Just time.

I think I always expect too much. I mean its good to always aim high, have hopes and aspirations, and a general upbeat outlook, but I should [more often] remind myself that such things only work in conjunction with me. I cannot control [or influence] others. I should not control [or influence] others.

And now you're thinking 'how hypocritical'. And you're right, which is why this blog-post come guilt-trip [as with pretty much every other one] is going to end here.

H.