mm....

i just did a terrifying thing

i asked a question

i asked someone for something

i asked for something i really really want

i have no idea how it's going to turn out

i am avoiding

Hot/Cold; Yes/No

I feel ancient on the one hand; I'm far too young on the other.

I know too much and not enough.

I can do anything I want. I'm paralyzed.

I have so much to tell everyone, but I can't say a coherent word.

I'm too cynical for love. Please love me anyway.

If I could only...

You can't possibly know, then. You don't understand what it means. You don't get how it feels to really, completely, heart-crushingly want.

If you did, you wouldn't just say it so easily.

I ache inside with the desire for this thing that I do not have; I am crushed down into a pinprick spike of crystallized longing.

I know not having this thing won't kill me, but I have no desire to keep living without it.

Do you understand that? I don't think you do. You're just going to call me dramatic and walk away with a flip comment.

"Just do something about it, then."

That's how I know, you know. You don't get it.

I'm a crystal of want, and rocks can't move.
 

Controversy

You're wrong, okay? It's complicated and confusing and it's really late, so I doubt I'm thinking straight, but you're just wrong. You're reacting badly to your upbringing, or something. You're over thinking the issue, and oversimplifying the argument, and misrepresenting the opposition. False conclusions based on faulty logic; you are wrong.

You have to be wrong. I believe I am right, so you have to be. It's not a case of differing opinions. You're definitely wrong.

I just wish I was smart enough to understand why.