Thoughts pt.2

More random creative writing.

Realization is always the hardest, memories bouncing around in your head.

Am I lonely? or perhaps the brick of supressed pain has finally decided to rise to the surface?

I glanced over to the window. It was gloomy out. Maybe that was simply my use of mental projection.

I was never one for decision-making. Mainly for the simple fact that I have trouble accepting the decisions I make, and knowing they were for the best.

I'd say thats my downfall. I can never trust myself. Although, from past experience, how could I trust myself?

My emotional impulsivity has caused me many problems in the past, but not nearly as much as this.

I can never go back.

Viscious cycles never end. Going back to one will just leave you right back where you started.

The gamble of love is seemingly never worth it in the end.