days go by and still i think of you

awkward situations suck hard.

and when i'm awkward, i can't seem to find the words i need to express what i mean, to make myself clear, to ensure that my meaning is explicitly understood. i'm always so afraid of hurting people.

am i selfish for wanting stability?

i think so.

and then, at the same time, i'd like just for one moment to be able to jump up and down screaming "don't i deserve a bit of stability?" and pull out the trump card of broken leg plus lisle funeral part one and two.

in the words of chad kroegur: FURCK.