no more promise no more sorrow

i apologize for being honest in a way that isn't appropriate. i write stupid things, and then afterward i feel bad about it. not because i feel that what i say isn't true, but because what i think isn't meant to be said out loud sometimes. but this is who i am and what i feel, and whether or not anyone would like to acknowledge it, it's right here, as a record of my emotional inadequacies.

i can try to be cryptic and skirt around things using lousy analogies. i can write things that don't matter to me as a way of overcoming the urge to speak. i can be silly, i can be unabashedly self-deprecating. i can say things that would make me sound insane, or at the very least, disturbed. but clearly, the line is drawn at saying things about someone else. i'm sorry. my life is trash, and there is no reason why i should implicate anyone else.

so yes, no more invasion of anyone's privacy. just me and my fucking head.