"not all who wander are lost"

So I suppose it’s not so much that I’m a bad judge of character but instead I’m a wondrous judge of character who chooses to ignore her better judgment and live in my idealist world. Well look at that you were right about something

I was so incredibly right about you, you were nothing more than a coward. It’s unsettling how scared you are of anything real and anything right, and how quickly you jump back at the idea of amicable spirits or the notion of support and aid when desired.

but hey at least my exes switch off which days to be sweet as sugar and which days to be rats, pigs, and cowards. it’s almost like they talk it over to ensure they alternate positions. I think it’s because if they were kind to me at the same time I would become quickly accustomed to that and my princess complex would become much more. And if they’re scum on the same day I’m sure some sort of anxiety or depression would set in quicker than ever desired. So, I suppose I appreciate their secret cult of balance. It keeps me in my place.