Tryin'

Music: Someone Like You - Adele

:') 

Afternoon thunderstorms in the city never ceases to amaze me. I get a little tinge of happiness every time I hear the rainclouds collide. Sitting inside, buried neck deep in covers, I find it the best time to write.

This reminds me of the times when I was younger. How I would drown myself in a little world I'd created for myself when I heard my parents fight. It's like I have my little bubble of safety where I was invincible. No screams or tears could hurt me.

I was so close to losing something that mattered so much to me last night. I think there's a very fine line between being a realist and a downright pessimist. And though I've always liked to believe that I'm the former, most of the time I'm the latter and it sucks when you get slapped in the face with the truth.

I have to admit that I've been arrogant. Always talking about love and relationships like I know best but really, I'm just bitter from past experiences of it. I know nothing about love or even how to love because I seem to always just hurt the people that I do.

What if things don't work out?

What if things do?