How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?
Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.
Anything can happen in one day.
So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don't know what to do with it, I don't know how to be a normal person anymore.
It doesn't rain every day. Just every other day.
Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.