understanding myself.

there's no justification to whom i choose to share with. sometimes, people are best left alone for the time being.

are people that rigid enough not to understand that? whatever happened to being so understanding, has over-possession taken over us mere mortals to become high-maintanence greek gods of yesteryear?

emotional blackmail is always a turmoil in relationships, then why do i seem to receive it at the drop of the pin? seems as though i'm constantly tortured through these words and mind games.

maybe it's time to swear off love ... again.