Taro Pies. :D

So it's dawned on me before and now it's coming back to haunt me again. I thought I'd do okay. And I am. But it can't be like this forever, and forever is a bloody long time.

I don't know how long I'd last without help. I don't even know if I could survive on my own and here I am with my fractured dreams trying to make something happen. No, rather, I've stopped trying to make it happen and am just now taking whatever comes to me.

It's my fault that I don't know how to make choices, that I can't decide on what I want. Or maybe I wasn't given the chance to. But it still stands that no one is at fault. No one ever really is. It's always justified. Always so reasonable that I don't see any reason to question. Or maybe I've just gotten too tired trying.

Puzzles. Riddles. Life.

Writing doesn't give me relief like it used to. All these rants do nothing to soothe whatever turmoil I'm sensing. But as usual I might be exaggerating. Always the drama queen.