and once again i'm left with all these regrets. i hate that i can often be read like an open book, but at the same time never really let someone in for fear of getting wounded. (i mean, hello, the fact that i need this journal in and of itself illustrates just how much i can never really communicate by word of mouth.) and now it's too late because my chance has passed and the moment is gone.
just as i was starting to get used to everything the way it was. so comfortable and very much in its right place.
now i'm off balance, off my guard, out of place.
i just hope i'm not out of sight, out of mind.