Color Doors.

    Lately I've been walking down a path that damages me with every step. There's no stepping off of this path either; it's like a hallway. I'm only allowed to move forward or turn around...but turning around is difficult.
    I've actually learned a lot by screwing my social life up. You have to speak up. You have to be heard, or your existence will never be noticed. And that could be the most hurtful feeling. Don't ever be a phantom in a room full of people.
    I turning things around today. I have to. As I said, I've been damaging myself (myself = my social life. Don't take things so literal), and I'm pretty banged up.
   But my mind is still pretty.