I can’t frickin wait to get out of this house. I just want to do my schoolwork, hang out for a while and then sleep. On that same note though, I’m scared that i’ll go crazy when I’m off alone. But i guess when that day comes, i’ll be able to talk with people until 4am and actually get better.
Never thought i’d see the day that I can’t wait to get out of the house, but here it is.
No more goose chasing, I’m done with you. I simply don’t have the luxury of being able to try and maintain these kinds of bonds. I’ll still be here, if you do decide to open up some day, but for now, I won’t be knocking on your door. Naturally, I wish you good fortune, and wisdom in all that you aspire to do and become. Until that day, goodbye, old friend.
or grand betrayal
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world. — Warsan Shire (via allthingselegant)
Someday I’ll actually loosen up enough and just shoot the shit with you. Memories of the past can’t compare to new experiences, no?
Perhaps it’s time to retire this blog! Maybe, just maybe.
Someday this stuff will surface prematurely, and something will finaly happen.
Or it will all pass, and I’ll look back on these times with a bittersweet recollection of emotions felt, the thoughts that ran rampant.
Not Quite There
I’m so used to being disappointed, I don’t think I truly put forth my real 100% to anything anymore. And it’s not as though I don’t understand that success comes after many, maybe even countless failures; but failure has become such a prevalent factor in my life, I don’t even want to strive for greatness.
There were 2 people that were becoming good friends, and now they’re gone. And I don’t know if it’s because teenagers are petty, or if I just don’t know how to keep friends.
There was one person who finally broke me, and I laid it all out to her. What’s going on, why things are the way they are. And you know what she does? She puts it aside. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t realize the gravity of the situation. She doesn’t have the cognitive capability to realize that there are other fucking points of view out there. And that disappoints me.
I’ve made a promise not to, but sometimes I really wish I didn’t make that promise. I owe it to the people around me, but can’t I get something back from them every now and then?
Okay then I need to talk to someone real soon. It’s progressively getting harder to even get out of my room.