Wait..stop, don't go that way! Can't you see the trees looming, the path alive with forbode, you know it's the wrong way to go right? You know....christ, you can hear the slightly flat lower scales trembling in the background, and you know it's wrong..and you go anyway. "I can resist everything except temptation. " that's how the quote goes right. How can our experiences be so similiar that we can quote someone that died years ago and have it be so true that we could have wrote it ourselves. Do we just live the same lives, and drift in and out of others, without ever noticing that they share our problems, or is it that we notice but choose to ignore it. Is it because we could never help them even if they do have the same problems when we can't help ourselves, and why do I write myself around, and around, and never get any fuckin answers. If this was paper I would tear my page with the indent of my pen scribbling circles, and I miss the smell, the release, the feel of the paper, the way the writing gets messier, and messier to reflect my distress...not just perfectly distributed font, normal size, standard,...

How easily I can distract myself from the problem at hand. Who can I blame but myself, when there's a big red danger sign saying don't go down there but you go anyway...yourself, and you deal with the consequences because sometimes the right choice isn't always the right choice.