your company.

so i've come to the conclusion that the most dangerous person to be left alone with is yourself. thoughts meander, your mind wanders taking you to a place that might make you hurt worse than the cruel words of another. you wonder about things that you somehow always blame yourself for despite how out of your hands they might be.

i've been putting this everywhere, why stop here? its funny how incredibly endearing i find this despite my usual lack of valentine's day enthusiasm.