February 2012
9 posts
I don’t understand our friendship sometimes. It feels so one-sided. Maybe because it probably is. But you’re different, and I need that in my life.
Drafts.
I have 236 saved posts in my draft box. I think it’s because I can never complete a post. My thoughts are always incomplete and choppy. Sometimes I don’t even know what I’m thinking. But most importantly, I think it’s because I’m scared of who might read my posts. There’s no such thing as being too careful.
Gone like the wind.
Once you lose something, you can never quite get it back to the way it was before. It doesn’t matter how hard you try, or how much you hate it - the growing distance is inevitable. Almost like wind, it comes, blows you away, then it leaves you wondering where the hell it went. And I think that’s what’s happening to us. It would suck to see you go.
I constantly read because I hope that maybe the “I” in the story will be me someday.
Blame.
When something goes wrong, it’s always easier to watch people suffer than to own up to your mistake. It’s nice to be able to blame someone for everything that goes wrong. After all, pointing fingers is far easier than admitting imperfection.
Space.
Everyone needs their certain amount of space. Whether it’s because of how their feeling, or if they just don’t want to talk to anyone. Don’t suffocate someone whose already suffocated enough. All they want is their space, some time to collect all their thoughts. I mean, yeah, you might be worried because you care, but it’s not like they’ll do anything stupid. I’m sure they know better than that,...