"i don't ever want to be a complete and utter lack of a good reason to fight for something. it doesn't feel like i get stronger by the second, right now i feel suspended in air. but its probably more just the altitude. the air is so fucking thin up here it makes you sick faster than it makes you smile.
its the fear that drives us. its that same fear that keeps us on a razors edge.
i will always be deathly afraid of falling. out of trees, out of love, and out of touch.
when it rains it pours."
Not a good day. I felt frustrated with others which led me to be frustrated with myself. People grow up and grow in new directions, its a part of life, and those friendships that don't survive were never that strong in the first place.
Love,
Anything that makes you feel warm at night.
1 comment:
My sentiment exactly. I love when i come here and read my own thoughts makes things seem less, I dunno... chaotic?
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