i just wish that sometimes i knew better.
that i know where my place is in this whir of people and things and emotions and conflict and laughter and frustration and uncertainty.
but i should know better than that.
that’s life for you isn’t it? (: wouldn’t be half as fun if you knew the route or destination. so meanwhile just blunder on blindly, groping with outstretched hands looking for a lifeline, anything, to anchor you to the safe shores.
but in the meantime, do what you do best: pretending that you do know better.