Fortune's Fool

last book i've read: whatever I have on hand, usually one about flying
currently caressing my ears: remix of imperfection, via fb
general mood: withdrawn
quote: "If people would dare to speak to one another unreservedly, there would be a good deal less sorrow in the world a hundred years hence." --Samuel Butler

It just doesn't matter what I do. I am damned if I do, damned if I don't. I've hurt my best friend in the worst possible way, and I've hurt Andy as well. And now, who knows what sort of army of hate I'm building in my wake.... it seems I can't help but hurt the people around me, and the only one here to protect me is myself. Good thing I've got some armor to protect my fall. Because this one's gonna hurt really bad.

I knew it would end up like this, I cried about it days previous. But it hurts all the same. I gotta figure my shit out, then maybe I can move onward. But until then, I don't know what to do. I've crushed two awesome guys in all this drama. Unintentionally. And I'm sitting here, feeling sorry for myself, and hoping this all ends up okay in the end. If I have any say in it, it will. Without a trail of tears behind me.