IT'S GOOD THAT THE WORLD CAN EXPLODE THIS WAY

Ramblings

Sometimes I have arguments just with my own thoughts wondering if im asking too much from others & I think- the only things that matter are those people you care about or those that really care about you or even those random things that make the nerves calm and the smiles appear. Maybe at times you ask a lot of everyone else, but generally that’s only when you don’t have one of those things … Or many… Or all. If I don’t have anything I love or care about- then I apologize for being a sassy bitch, but I’m just hoping for some sort of understanding while im trying to handle this wreck we call life. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one. I’m happy when I’m in my own comfort zone… And honestly at times I’m ecstatic to be outside of it… But to live without comfort turns anyone into a monster- just fighting for one piece of that thing we call happiness. Usually the fight only ends in more discomfort, but what can you do? Honestly. What else do you have but fight. I just wish everyone could be a bit more forgiving. I’ve tried to be.