Reflection
I wrote an entire essay about the definition of friendship. I deleted it.
I wrote a paper on how hard I've tried and how defeated I feel. I watched the cursor eat the words with a malicious masochistic glee.
I wrote about how hurt, angry, and frustrated I feel. I wrote about how I understand how difficult I can be and how I understand that things aren't always about me. Gone. Trash.
None of it matters.
Words don't matter, but they sure are pretty. And they hurt. So they do matter. It's a conundrum. Actions matter and they hurt. But nothing matters.
Onward and upward.
I wrote a paper on how hard I've tried and how defeated I feel. I watched the cursor eat the words with a malicious masochistic glee.
I wrote about how hurt, angry, and frustrated I feel. I wrote about how I understand how difficult I can be and how I understand that things aren't always about me. Gone. Trash.
None of it matters.
Words don't matter, but they sure are pretty. And they hurt. So they do matter. It's a conundrum. Actions matter and they hurt. But nothing matters.
Onward and upward.