All the Details in the Fabric, all the Things that make You Panic.

i spent my time last night sketching into the wee hours of the morning. as i went, i started thinking about the people i know. about how the people who accidentally stumble across this blog probably know me better than i'll ever allow any of them to. that's sad. it's untrusting, i know that. and it's not that i don't know them, it's the simple fact that putting your life in someone's hands is messy. trusting someone with yourself doesn't usually work out, so why do it? why not be the way i am? the person who is told, not who tells. someone just needs to fight down my walls, but no one bothers to take the time these days.