It's currently 9:51am. I'm sitting here in disasterous guilt and shame for I have wronged a person. It's strange how one moment can transform your contentedness for the rest of your life. A tragedy, a horror, or a moment of ecstasy. I've noticed more often than not, people simply are mostly in turmoil themselves. I had this notion that everyone was normal, having things figured out, but I can tell plain as day they too are broken, not in the way that I am but in other ways. Whether it be the way they speak, or the way they walk, the way they adjust their shirt. It's all disappointing, at times I find myself just saying things to see what reactions I can get, to see if my words can push any buttons, and when they do I am disappointed with the reactions I get. It's just all the same. Everything is.
