What about November?

Sometimes the most perfect relationships can make you run for air.

Time plays with your head, let's you believe everything is just right, this is what you always wanted, things may just be different right from this moment on. That's the desperation in you speaking.

We are little too much too affected by the humdrum of feeling that run around buzzing in our heads. We are so very influenced by how we feel, that our perspectives may alter completely overnight. The transient flickers of hope messes with our minds completely, leaving behind nothing but an incorrigible smush of what may have once been a functional brain. One moment, everything seems perfect, the next things could't be worse. Even when things are messed up, the tiniest bit of help may seem like the world. This volatility is what disturbs me.

It's almost like nothing is dependable any more, not even your own judgment.

Much like a poorly edited post.




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