Waking on ice is dangerous. Some spots are other thick and strong, others thin and fragile. Most frozen lakes are pretty solid in most places, and you start playing around on the I've until you hit that one soft spot and you realize maybe you should've been more careful, but it's to late.
That's usually how I live my life. I don't mean I fall into the lake of darkness and it surrounds me and I can't get out kinda deal. My sickness doesn't work that way and that idea is a bit too cliche for me.
I live recklessly. With both body and heart. If I can do it I'll do it, rather I should do it or not. If I want something (or someone) I'm going to go after them(within reason, cheating is terrible), rather I should or not.
I'm afraid that if I don't take every chance I'll miss out on something. At my happiest I think I have crawled out of so many holes and drug my body through glass and fire what can I not take on? Until that fragile part is found and I'm sitting at rock bottom wondering will this be the last time.
And I'm waiting for the day where I can find a good balance.
How does this relate to me now? I get to have a talk in person with Alex about why I've become distant and our relationship/friendship.
Currently he is my weak spot.
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