It’s always been so much more extreme from my side.
You’re a huge part of my life; I don’t even affect yours. I can’t stand to look at you sometimes. That’s how much it hurts. No one can force feelings on anyone…at least I know that. But you also can’t force feelings to go away. If the best thing to do for myself right now is to end our friendship, for my sanity, yours, and everyone surrounding us, it actually wouldn’t change you at all. You have everything you need.
one of the few things about myself i am 100% sure of…
i am so awkward in almost every situation that i swear it’s gotten to the point where i make things even more awkward on purpose. it’s just easier than trying to undo whatever awkward thing i did in the first place.
i fucking hate hipsters. this is the only style where i will instantly judge you before getting to know you. because getting to know a hipster is useless, they’re all the same. UGH. fuck. hipsters. oh my god.
my neighbors are raging hipster fucks, so i think my hatred is a little more magnified than most.
My name is just a word and my age is just a number. I always want to be somewhere other than where I am.
Writing. Pink Floyd. Anberlin. Delays. Joyce Manor. Adventures. Wawa. Tattoos. Doctor Who & How I Met Your Mother & Weeds. Books. New experiences. My Jeep Wrangler. Ganja. Late nights. Early mornings. Tea. Psychedelics. Nature walks. Making people laugh. Late 90's/early 2000's pop punk & emo music. Being a complete and utter douchebag. Cashin' checks and breakin' necks. Are you still reading this? Why?
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i hope that our few remaining friends
give up on trying to save us
i hope we come up with a failsafe plot
to piss off the dumb few that forgave us
i hope the fences we mended
fall down beneath their own weight
& i hope we hang on past the last exit
i hope it's already too late