its so easy to slip back into the comfort of darkness and pessimism. see becca. see problems. see becca run. run, becca, run! who gives a fuck if everything will be alright? lets enjoy this beautiful pattern of pain. lets play it over and over, like a movie, until we find every little meaning, and then some. analyze it all. ask why, and how. and now, lets lay down to sleep, and retreat into a world whose problems dont exist. where if you are hungry you may eat and if you are sad you can fix whatever you would like. pick up the pieces of your shattered reflection and glue them back together like new. start over, infinite chances, what a perfect non-logical solution to any problem. run. im soooo sorry kait. seeing white things move out of the corner of my eye. better go to bed, before i convince myself that im not seeing things. i love you. ~becca ______________________________ isnt it better to fight from a corner? you know whats coming, no surprises, no backstabbers...