IN Digestion

Growing up and realizing things, AND accepting them doesn’t really suit me to well. I do not think that I can actually, ‘healthily’ come to terms with all of the problems I have caused for others, or the ones I have caused myself. Nor am I able to understand the problems which no one is directly responsible for (I don’t really care about the ones that do not effect me, unsurprisingly any and all problems anyone else has I can easily come to terms with) - as for problems other people cause me, I guess I have been fairly spared from them -

I do not think I will want to blog anymore, I think I have had a change of heart, OR, the fact that I know certain persons still read this make it so that I am not able to say clearly what I want to say anymore (even with the layers, etc.) -

(of course, I won’t actually stop), it just feels so dramatic to say that I will stop that I wanted to say it - I do kinda hope one day to stop, like sooner than later -

When I was younger I snuck into a cage, a cage I really REALLY had no place sneaking into - this cage had bouncers that were somehow automatic, people were sprawled around - and apparently no one had gotten in. I suppose since I was smaller and younger, no one paid me any attention.