You’re a sweet person. You are extremely talented and you are lovely. But sometimes I wonder if you know how to be a friend sometimes or if you’re just letting your surroundings influence you and turn you into a douche. Believe me, I can understand the need for freedom and to live your life how you wanna live it, but I don’t think you realize how you subtly hurt people in the process. And if you do realize, then maybe you just don’t give a shit, and that makes me doubt everything that I liked about you in the first place.
Friday, Mar 5 2010
Fuck this. and Words 2:04 am
I know I should be in bed because I have to wake up early tomorrow to go be responsible, but I just need a minute.
I just need a minute to gather my thoughts, because there’s too many and it’s a riot in my mind. It’s a deafening echo of memories and what I know to be right and what I want but cannot have and what I need but cannot achieve.
I just need a minute to hold back the sadness that I feel will shroud me for the next few days as I come to terms with certain things.
I just need a minute to breathe because too much has happened in such a short amount of time.
Things change so drastically. Sometimes you don’t know they have until you’re put to the test.
What will I be thinking and writing this time next year?
