Being indecisive doesn’t help.

I don’t think any of this helps, really.

Waiting for someone to pick you up when you’re dangling on a nylon wire. Pathetic and sad in a way.

It’s not like these feelings ever went away – they were simply muted for a period of time. It make sure you wonder what it feels like under other circumstances, or how it feels to not be you.

Speaking of such impossibilities is nonsensical.

Speaking and unspeakable, escaping the sad feeling of being empty and unwanted is futile, despite what I try.

But I’ll keep smiling for the benefit of others, because I’ve become lost on my own.

It’s when I start finding the lack of benefit for others or finding less reason to help where things become a problem.

It’s impossible to be selflessly selfish, but I think I’ve mastered the arts of paradoxes.

Sad. Truly. And it won’t ever go away.