The world makes it impossible to only love. Or to only hate.
The world makes it so I just second guess everything I say, and then just when I’ve finally made it right…
There’s something wrong.
But if I just change one thing…
It’ll be wrong for even more of the everyone that stands between myself and some kind of validation.
Maybe I should respect my own opinions
But that would mean giving myself credit for anything I’ve ever done ‘right’.
And that is obviously too narcissistically practical.
One minute that’s what I ordered… The next I’m signing away my rights…
One minute I’m as sure as the waves and the next there’s a tsunami off the coast of De Nial.
But it would only take a drop to wash away my faith… And somehow I end up with a flood.
And to save myself the pain…I just freeze it right in place. Like saving leftovers for later.