I keep going back to why I'm even here. Why am I trying? Am I even trying?

Look, I wasn't expecting to get read but sometimes I wonder how other people do it.  Even the spammers are getting creative and it kinda stings. I don't know what's worse, having no audience or pity comments linking to dysfunction. At least link to something that I can actually relate to! It's like having a pity party I'm not even invited to.

I didn't expect to get read. What I wanted was to remember how to speak.

Stay silent.

What do you do when you realize that the bulk of your human relationships are entirely dependent on your willingness to take it?

Blame, anger, fault, pain.

And what do you do when you stand there wondering what went wrong? You thought silence was a good thing, the noble thing, the righteous response, the high road to take, but silence betrayed you.  Silence became your prison. 

Now you can't stay silent. It comes out in bursts, in comes out in pain.  You can't keep it in.  Silence betrayed you.  Silence became your fault.

Hey.


Let me tell you something:


Joy and sorrow are parallel lines.  They'll never meet.  And when you live in one side you forget what it's like on the other side.