Time Machine
That moment where you rather redo a moment to prevent from hurting someone than pretend as if everything is alright. If only time travel were possible in this case. Sadly, it’s not.
I am not ready to be in a relationship…with anyone at the moment. And for some reason I keep putting myself in such difficult positions that end up hurting people I really care about. Why? Why do I do this? Does the universe find this hilarious? So what if I went through high school unscathed by the cruel ridiculous notions of teen drama. I had hope that my early adult life would go the same way, without unwanted drama. But that’s not going to happen.
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