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do you ever feel as if you've suddenly stepped into someone else's life?
you have what you want - now what do you do?
some days I'd like to look at how things look from the outside. see how the pieces fit.
life looks different when you take a step back.
how far do you have to step back though? we're all entangled to a point. linked by promises and secrets and regrets and he-said-she-said.
how do we know what is doomed to fail?
but wouldn't that just be the easy way out? looking at things beforehand, weighing up pros and cons, deciding if it's worth it in the end?
we make what we will of life. there is no meant to be, no perfect ending. we make each other into what we think we need.
even if I knew the outcome, would I jump in headfirst anyway?
I don't want to believe in things being predetermined, in the idea of soulmates, in the idea of being one special person for me.
what happens if you mess up that chance?
it's self preservation, it's wanting to believe I won't mess up.
maybe it's just from where I'm standing, I seem kind of prone to messing up.
my livejournal was five years old the other. five years of my random thoughts. how much have I [haven't I] changed?
also pretty close to 2000 entries.
some days, it scares me how dependent I am on this thing.
if only my thoughts could be where they needed to be.
you have what you want - now what do you do?
some days I'd like to look at how things look from the outside. see how the pieces fit.
life looks different when you take a step back.
how far do you have to step back though? we're all entangled to a point. linked by promises and secrets and regrets and he-said-she-said.
how do we know what is doomed to fail?
but wouldn't that just be the easy way out? looking at things beforehand, weighing up pros and cons, deciding if it's worth it in the end?
we make what we will of life. there is no meant to be, no perfect ending. we make each other into what we think we need.
even if I knew the outcome, would I jump in headfirst anyway?
I don't want to believe in things being predetermined, in the idea of soulmates, in the idea of being one special person for me.
what happens if you mess up that chance?
it's self preservation, it's wanting to believe I won't mess up.
maybe it's just from where I'm standing, I seem kind of prone to messing up.
my livejournal was five years old the other. five years of my random thoughts. how much have I [haven't I] changed?
also pretty close to 2000 entries.
some days, it scares me how dependent I am on this thing.
if only my thoughts could be where they needed to be.
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HEEEEYYYYYYY this is Lara LMAO
I know i know i went from quaaaack to butthash then to this, this year.
I promise this is the last rename for like 3+ years! ADD ME BACK BECAUSE I MADE IT SO EVERYONE DEFRIENDED ME AHURHUR~
No more trolls awwww yeah~