it's always something.

it's late/early. this used to be completely normal for me. now it feels so foreign.

i've been thinking about how things used to be. certain people. it so weird how things can change so much over even just the course of a year. some friendships will never be the same. decisions were made and actions will always speak louder than words. it's hard to accept though. i keep thinking that maybe something will change for the better, but if i'm the only one trying then it makes no difference.

i thought to myself earlier, 'i give up' never sounded so much like a beginning. but this is me, and i've never been terribly good at giving up and letting go.

i always want to fix everything, but i'm no hero.