Peripeteia.

I've come to realize that I suck at giving advice to friends or acquaintances about relationships with their boy or girlfriends.

To put it bluntly, I will just tell them to forget about him or her.

Because of my somewhat cynical view on relationships, I have to keep my tongue in check in case I hurt anyone.

Ahwell, no one's perfect anyway.

My insecurities like to flood me almost 24/7 now.

How quaint.

Yes, how perfectly nauseating that in whatever I do, I care about what people feel about my actions, whether or not I'll hurt them.

Being a people pleaser just sucks like shizzle.

Hell yeah, I compromise on myself in order to make people happy. I don't know why, this is just a big fat bloody habit of mine of which I can't snap out of.

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I laughed.

Bedazzled by the smiles.

I reached out, hands wanting to grasp that multicoloured burst of warmth.

Pulling back, I see:

Orange hysteria, lined with blue and gold.

Hysteria.

Hysteria enfolds.