call me crazy.

"you know what's wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you're chicken, you've got no guts. you're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness'. you call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing', and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, you're already in that cage. you built it yourself. and it's not bounded in the west by tulip, texas, or in the east by somaliland. it's wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself." - breakfast at tiffany's

you know, i think i've been running into myself a lot lately. denial; that's the reason. i run from my problems and then they chase me until i face them. at least i've come to terms with the fact that i know i've been running from them. until recently i used to think it was called "being strong". i don't wanna run anymore. i want to learn to accept it. i want to actually be strong instead of just thinking i am. cause the stuff that goes on in my mind when i "think", well, it doesn't always make sense.

(dang, this post didn't make any sense either. sorry.)