Bad News Bears

There must not be hope in a world where terrible things happen to the best kinds of people.

There are many things I believe in. Many have been deteriorating, and I am slowly watching my own self become more mature, relative, and coherent. These are all things that I wished to be once. What is it, that we are searching for in our lives? Are we searching to please the greatest amount of people? To feel accepted, to feel wanted, and loved, and needed?

..Or are we just mindlessly playing games with each other?

I am very honest. I just can't hide things anymore. I will go mad. Balance is key. I'm not saying that I'm going to be openly honest with everything and everyone, because there is always a time and a place to back away from.

It always hurts. It's lurking in the shadows, and I've somehow fallen in love with the intricate strings attached to everyone I know. If only I could find a way to make it stop; I don't want it to be there anymore. Simplicity, isn't it something we all need to learn?

If our ignorance doesn't eat us alive, our guilty conscience will.