Descartes…
Hmm.
Today I found myself indulging in a clandestine rendezvous in the middle of Manchester Piccadilly train station..
I regret not wearing my trench coat and fake nose/moustache.
I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
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| — | Nicholas Sparks (True Believer) |
I’m sick of you…
Go crawl back into the hole you came from.
And another thing… If you choose to befriend me, or decide that you want to know me at all, don’t be a complete fuckwit and suddenly decide otherwise. Its not fair.
You cannot just simply pick and choose who you choose to be friends with, or even talk to… And the people that do, are just clearly ignorant of everyone else around them.
If you can’t be bothered with me, and everything I am (or everything you think I am), then dont bother. I have no time for people that like deciding to drop people on a whim.
That is all.
I am impatient and restless.
I have no idea whether things will work out between me and you. But I want to find out as quickly as possible.
I want to know what it means…
The flutters in my stomach, the thrills at your presence.
Maybe one day Ill get over finding you to be smart, interesting and intelligent.
Right now its still incredibly exciting… but Im sure that soon enough Ill pass into feeling disillusioned, strung out, and crushed.
But right now, we have so much potential.. all at once so beautiful and terrifying.
