DA.

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Poulsbo, WA, United States
I am my own person, and I love with all my being. I try to live with no regrets. I am who I am and I won't lie about what I believe. Do what you want with that.

10 February 2012

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

Gotten into a rut. Dunno who reads this anymore, if anyone ever did or if anyone still does. I can feel myself slipping back into old learned behaviour and it is somewhat frightening because it reminds me of how I used to feel. As in, how I felt... two years ago. It is terrifying. I don't want to go back to that. I don't know how to not go back to that. I am so scared that I am going to go back to that.

I graduated high school. I got dumped. I went back to him - why'd I do that? I shouldn't've done that, I must've been out of my mind - and got dumped again. I learned that some people aren't who I thought they were. I got a new job - I love being a barista. I wouldn't trade this job for the world.

I don't want to go into too much detail on how helplessly Prufrockian I've been - constantly - of late. It doesn't really matter outside my own head anyway.

If any ladies read this, girls, be careful of boys. Don't ever trust them 100%. Boys, I suppose that applies to you as well: never trust girls 100%. It just leads to getting hurt. If I can save anybody from getting hurt like I got hurt, then I guess it'll've all happened for the best. No one should have to go through that.

'Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

'I do not think that they will sing to me.

'...We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.'