You’re immature, rash, and inconsiderate. You’re a joker, a kidder, a son of a bitch. You’re the guy i like, and I have no idea why. You’re one of my closest friends, and I don’t think I’m anything to you. I’m disposable; and I refuse to feel like that any longer. You do things you think will make you cool, but I think they’re stupid and unnecessary. You think those you hold higher than you will be on the same level when you’re done, but you couldn’t be farther away. One day life will slap you in the face and when it does, I’ll be just another missed thing. Fuck you.
I’m looking forward to Fall of 2012. There are new opportunities, new experiences, and an open window for everything I can do. Excitement? Yes.
That place between wanting more and having enough?
When you feel you can’t talk to those whom you feel closest to?
That moment when you feel you’ve had enough. When you feel lied to. When you feel loyalties are skewed and words don’t mean a thing.
When you feel those you want to pay attention, aren’t really listening. When you feel you’re trying everything, but not.
That moment when you know these fights are all your fault, so you don’t have the right to complain. When you push away your friend because they aren’t your friend anymore. When you want him to stay when you know this isn’t healthy either way. When you want everything and nothing at the same time-