vagaries are best stomped out before they become all-consuming; truth rarely hides within them
i've been pretty quiet lately. part of it is that i've been expressing myself more while spending my time with people. part of it is that i just can't seem to finish a post and so they end up getting deleted instead of posted. part of it is that opening my mouth about anything personal will lead to toes being stepped on and bitter word exchange. besides, no one really cares to hear about those things that bring me joy and voicing my fears, annoyances, and pains just makes it sound like i want advice on how to solve my problems. there isn't much that i have control over right now, so what's the point of dwelling on it? those things that i could do anything about would only cause drama. no one will be the victim of my trap, for now.
It seems no one can help me now I’m in too deep; there’s no way out This time I have really led my self astray