Everyday something gets thrown in my face and oh, I try. Gnash through the bullshit the whole twenty four hours. People giving up on you, you giving up on people, people ignoring you, leaving you, people shutting you out, you pushing people away. Some days I even go the long mile, say hello to people I'd rather ignore, but no matter how it goes, it always breaks the same way-But I'm afraid that if these little musings of mine aren't "released" into some form that could be understood by people other than me, I might perhaps explode. Sometimes these things make my heart pound so much, I may need medical attention.