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I'm not avoiding conflict. I just need a bit of time from everything. Everything I see now makes up some sort of conclusion. Slow fitting the pieces together. Looks as though I'm the type of jigsaw that doesn't fit into any jigsaw puzzles.
Outside (to Inside): I hate you.
The first I took the bus home from Woodlands. A time for recollection. The mood wasn't there. I thought it would be a 2-hour long ride. Guess I was wrong.
This is stupid.
No matter what you say, I know what you're feeling inside. Stop trying too hard.
Someone return me my joy. I seem to have lost it.
12:59 AM