It is making me sick. It is a disease slowly tearing me apart, organ by organ. I am tired of this. I speak as though I don't care, but how is that true when I show concern?
Yes. I do care what they think. And yet I don't. These ambivalent feelings just rip in half that security of other people.
What is it you see? What is it you want to see? Answer these questions. Are they the same thing? Maybe they aren't. But, wait, give it a second thought, now! Maybe they are the same, they are each other.
One reflects the other. Each part can not live without its opposite. Ying and yang. Life is an equilibrium, and so is the universe. Don't set your eyes straight on one path. That way only steers you towards a certain destiation. Instead, look at the whole picture. Are some paths connected to others?
Each piece is a part of a whole. As said, each piece of me is only a part of myself. Hate me for one part, and you shun me. Love me for one part, and you are insulting me. Accept me as a whole. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to accept any part of me at all.
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