Mend the pieces.

I haven't much to say right now. This week has been extremely emotionally exhausting, in every which way.

C

[Edit] It's 1am, and I just read my old blog dating all the way back to the summer of '05. I can not, for the life of me, believe how much I have changed. And I'm not just talking about from then to present, I mean over the course of one year, two years...

It seems as though I am a completely different person as the pages progress. Like the person writing in that blog was someone I do know know or recognize. However, we still share the same faults. I'm still very emotionally-driven, if there is such a thing. I do what I do from day to day, based on my emotions, not on the pure levelheadedness that others might. Some get up and get on with their day because it is strictly routine and there is no room for error, which in turn (I suppose) gives them a feeling of peace. For me, it's altogether different. It's all in the meaning of what I do, of how others view my emotion-directed decisions. Why is that, I wonder? Why have I kept the same pattern since 15?

And yet... why does it bother me, this pattern?

Goodnight, dear void. [/Edit]