There are no ghosts in the world; except for those we make for ourselves.
Why is it so hard to sustain a conversation with anyone?
Decisions that provides temporary satisfaction to the soul, but at the same time, knowingly and unknowingly culminating dire consequences in the future.
why do I keep making rash decisions?
the world is too twisted. So wrong on so many levels... and my poor poor heart can't take it.
no matter what, you can't satisfy everyone