I hold unbelievable grudges, and I hold them for a really long time, but I don't let them get in the way of anything. I'm fully capable of setting them aside and such, going on as normal, but they're still there, poking at my thoughts.

I'm also a very resentful person. I dislike people for the smallest things, and I can really rant for ages about almost any person that I know, but at the end of it I can still say "Damn, I love that person to death" and mean it.

My subconscious mind intrigues me and yet it is the most terrifying thing in my existence. An entire area of my mentality that is inaccessible to me, making decisions and affecting my life without any knowledge on my part. That is horrifying. I dread it.

I spend most of my alone-time wallowing in my own misery. There is the occasional time where I'm alone and just enjoying that, but mostly miserable describes it pretty well.

Very, very few people understand why, emotionally, I am the way I am. I hate explaining it to people because it feels so extremely juvenile. It IS juvenile, really. I think? But really, I cannot stand discussing with people the things in my past that have shaped my emotional state. It's embarrassing and shameful to me.

Thanks for reading.