Existentialism in Motion

How can you trust someone who has shown you they can’t be trusted? We have issues. I can’t trust you. I’ve tried, but every time I get close, you remind me why I can’t. You have yet to break my trust, personally, but you have shown blatant disregard to my feelings. I let you into my life. I told you to make yourself at home. I shouldn’t have, because home is where you do your dirty work.

What a pleasant day it has been. It was pleasant, I should say. I ruined it. I made it bad. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but if things are going too well for too long, I have to challenge them. Tomorrow’s the twenty-second. We all know what that means here in America. However, instead of gathering around the table with relatives and loved ones I’m going to spend my day in bed, on Tumblr in the company of my dog. That’s no way to be, right? Correct. However, something inside of me refuses to let someone love me. She wants to spend the day with me, as do her parents, but something about that willing acceptance I’m not use to makes me uneasy. I left her house. I came back to my house. I’m not going back.