It seems like everyone knows what they want to be when they grow up. I don’t know what I would want to do though. I never took the time to think about the future because truth is, as “messed up” as my life is, I’m happy with it. I want it to stay this way, I don’t want it to change. But I know one thing, I want to make people happy when I grow up. That would be nice.
Feel-good things? Good morning texts. Unpredictable late night phone calls. Making food with your friends. Sleepovers where you always say you’ll sleep but you never do. Getting a random compliment. Reconnecting with old friends.
How do people disappear so quickly? A moment you’re talking to them, a moment you’re getting to know them, a moment they’re no where to be seen, a moment you’re lost looking for them, a moment you realize they’re… gone. It disappoints me that people have to leave so quickly, so soon, so early.
You are like a cup of coffee. You warm my insides and you keep me up at night. I need you when I feel weak and no matter what style you come in, you remain quality. You make me feel overall, better. When I’m chilly, all I need is to hold you in my hands, and I’ll warm up. I fear that if I indulge you in for too long, I will soon want more and more. But that’s alright, it’s okay. Because you are worth it.
I don’t know why some people act like New Years is the only time for change. It isn’t. A new calendar does not mean that everything you did in the past doesn’t matter anymore. The time on a clock is not going to make you a new person. A new year just means that everything starts all over again. And hopefully, things will turn out better.
Resolutions don’t mean anything, because everyone breaks them anyway.
I really don’t understand why and how some people can be so self-orientated. Why are you trying to make everyone’s lives miserable? Can you not stand to see other people happy? The world does not revolve around you. Get over yourself. Learn to think for others for a change and I guarantee that the world will be a better place.
I want to write a post about you, but I can’t find the right words. I just don’t know what to say. All I know is that I get butterflies whenever you talk to me.
That wasn’t sarcasm. I actually will take this time to reflect. But you know what? You need to stop with your assumptions too. You assume that everything I have to say, I say it with sarcasm and disrespect. That’s not true. I’ve actually taken the time to think about how I can better myself, yet you’re assuming I’m being bitter about all this. How about you stop assuming things, and try looking at things from my point of view.
If you really think this is going to make things better, I’ll give it a try.
If you think I’m completely at fault for all this, think again. I’m not the only one that needs to change. You’re starting to remind me of your brother. Right now, I’m more angry than “depressed”. This isn’t going to make things better, and for the record, I think this is pointless too.
