Ramblings of a Paradox

Hah.

A year later

Bullshit. That's what all I can say after looking back and reading the past.

Hypocrite.
Even in this case of realizations I'm still a mess. I'm still here. Stuck in my room, thinking if I close the door and lock my room away from the world then no one would be able to hurt me. I dont need to do anything else. I can just be content, living by myself with the novels which I have in my solace. I dont want to move. Is this still a case of laziness? BS.

...

Four months. Four months of just reading and reading and reading until I feel like I'm being left out.

No friends to talk with.

No places to go.

No achievements I can be proud of.

What can I say?

I chose to stay here. Unmoving. Like a stubborn rock. A stain on your cloth that just wont go away.

*sigh*