"Never invent the future. Leave that to time."
The next time I flip through old deviations of my few friends on here, I need to remember that curiosity is not the answer. Something caught my eye and I damn near threw up reading it. The past of these people is a thorn that somehow burrowed clean under my skin, past the bones, and into my heart. I need to stop digging, because I don't want to know. I don't want to be reminded of what I can't fill. To me, fascination and obsession are...quieter, and maybe that makes me a little more sane or creepy, either or.
No one was hurting 'back then'. Everything fit together for a while. And that's what