hallucinogenics

PHOEBE

"It isn't about you apologizing, it was just a statement of fact." she said with a slight sigh. Some situations reached a point where forgiveness and apology were no longer sought, but the reverberations of the suffering still needed to be mentioned to remind oneself and others that they were still felt.

But his words set something off in her. Her cheeks puffed up with anger, brows furrowing as she glared at him. "Stop taking what to heart, Jata? How I'm not good enough for anyone? How everything I want is considered ridiculous? How I've put my heart and soul into this college and everyone who shows some interest ultimstely leaves or has died? Or maybe how you're standing there right now trying to tell me how to run my life when I know you don't have yours in order any more than I do and you have less than half the responsibility I do!" she said angrily, hands shaking.

"I'm so sick and tired of people telling me what to do like I can't figure it out when I just want someone to hear me out and tell me it'll be okay and let me vent!" That really was a sticking point for her. She didn't need a solution, she just needed someone to let her complain and whine for a moment so she could do what she needed to do. Instead she just held it all in until she exploded just like this.

Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?