i either think too much or not at all. there never seems to be a middle ground with me. i hate it but i can’t seem to control it. it’s always one extreme or the other, i'm afraid.
i'm up in the air one minute, down in the dumps the next. it's all these flare-ups.
detest it when everything goes off kilter and am prone to aggression-as-avoidance tactic.
believe that when the game has started the game must be played out. make my choices and take the consequences as well.
i'm a danger junkie and it takes its toll.
seem to have no boundaries at times - when lush i usually find myself somewhere inexplicably closer to 'immoral.' still i'm very adamant about several things, really undeterred.
often end up lost in the mental K-hole.
hundred per cent introvert. yet sometimes i see very clearly that i need to get my head out my arse and confront myself. try my hardest to manage this. sometimes.
am high-strung and oversensitive, but they say i'm either listless or cynical.
have my demons. pretty dreadful, actually. they make me want to smash my head against a wall hard enough to make the very memory of one-oh-so-frigging-special-person disintegrate.
it's sort-of-really-true that i believe in fairies and magic.
i am convinced there are no standoffs - it all depends upon the angle.
believe in light that never goes out - it's hope, as Morrissey once said.
and i do wish at times life came with a rewind button installed.