so when my last girlfriend broke up with me (nov. 2008) i had this thing where it was incredibly hard for me to adjust to not telling someone everything mostly i just had this overwhelming number of events that would occur that i needed to tell someone. im not sure anyone would suffice, but i also think it was more than just missing telling things to a specific person but it was anything- what i did that day, who i saw, who i talked to, what funny things they said, new people i met, how i felt that day in relation to the day prior, etc and i hated the idea of no one knowing those things. no one knew what i said to that homeless dude and what i learned from it. no one knew i met this awesome funny dude and hes so awesome you should meet him. no one knew i had no idea what i wanted to do with myself and i hate everyone and being asleep is the only good thing ever. or if they did, they didnt know every day, every minute detail and i think i still really like telling stories and sharing things and wishing every single person i know was always with every other person i know. but im just at this point where i kind of like people not knowing things and people just having no idea how im doing, what im up to, what my plans are, or what state im in and like i dont give a shit if no one ever knows if no one ever knows that i love myself, if no one ever knows oops i died somewhere, if no one ever knows how amazing whoever i love might be if i just die and its all just lost in the aether of my dumb dead head it doesnt even matter i just love being
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 12:42:05 +0000
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