Somewhere
deep within
the recesses of my mind there exist certain aspects of my
life which I cannot properly define as
reality or
fiction. It is this uncertainty that leads to much of my awkardness around
humanity. Sometimes, I feel like a person has said
something to me that completely changed our
relationship, or that I did something to alter the way in which he/she
perceives me, but this
person refuses to acknowledge the
change which I am sure has occured. This leaves me feeling
impotent and I wish to
speak up and correct what I know to be a slight
misunderstanding upon the part of the other
party, but I can't because of the
fear. The fear that I might make a
fool out of myself. The fear that things will never return to their
orginal, albeit unfullfilling state. The fear that I will be
right, that
it was not a dream, and that things will
change.
Change is good. People are bad.
A nodeshell rescue by hamstergirl.