It’s just that, you know how sometimes you grow passionate about something.. something, trivial and stupid.. but nonetheless, you grow passionate to an extent where passion overflows. I’ve been experiencing this alot these days.
The only reason I’m so passionate about these things or persons is in attempt to bury an older person or thing. I may have been trying to deny this reason. But deep down inside keep telling me to face and acknowledge the truth.
Here goes..
I’ve been growing insanely passionate about persons and things ever since I buried that older person or thing. It truly never ceases to amaze me, that old person or thing; it was the only person and thing that’d been able to grasp my self-indulgent, childish interest for so long.
But then, poof, all gone.
Because one day I realized that my childishness was just too grave to be ignored. How much longer must I lead the way when I don’t even deserve to be a leader?
I thought I could be happy with out the older thing. And I will not lie to you, being the selfish, self centered, child that I am, there were the many, many times when I was completely happy and content without it. But truth be told, I just keep going from thing to thing …each end in disastrous pain and my cruel acknowledgment of what kind of person I really am…
Dreadfully unwise. Horribly imprudent. Forever a reckless, unruly child, who is a stranger to the term “self-preservation.”
*long, hard, sigh*
I just can’t seem to shake off that horrendous feeling of emptiness.
Help me…anybody…
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