The Noose or the Knife?

Random conversations with people you barely know are always fun.

Skimming through texts, picking out bits and pieces of all my favorite parts.

Who knew life could provide such interesting, insightful quotations?

It's so funny. About a year ago, actually, almost exactly a year ago, I had my future all planned out and ready to go. And somehow, only one thing so far has gone according to plan. Every single other little bit has completely malfunctioned or changed or evolved or transgressed or something.

I hate time.

Am I really not afraid? No, I'm not. The future doesnt scare me anymore, because Id like to believe that Im strong enough to handle anything life can throw at me. Maybe.

If not, Ill tie all my bad memories up in a bell and let my dear friend watch over it for me and keep me protected from it.

I miss Onyx.

Why does everyone always assume new relationships are going to end poorly? Why cant we be a little more optomistic people? Jeez.

Everyone wants to feel safe, I think.

I do so hate to be considered boring. I havent drawn in quite some time. I have an idea, but Im not sure if it will get onto the paper quite how I want it to.

Smile. Please baby, just smile. And dont scare me like that. Please dont ever scare me like that.