Feb 23, 2009 14:27
I would like to stop being crazy, and live a little. This would be much nicer than relying on the pain and thrill someone else feeds me to help me feel alive instead of stuck here.
It's interesting sometimes, when you know you're wasting each other's time, and even talk about it absent-mindedly. Acknowledging it with a lack of pictures or hard evidence of being together, finding it difficult to refer to one by label instead of name. Ignoring it when on particular pieces of furniture, or after entering certain rooms. A basement, a bedroom, a hard mattress, a soft mattress, a mattress with no bedframe, a pull-out couch. A certain theme? Mais oui, bien sur.
Strange how wasted time is something I would fight to keep instead of pushing away like everything else.
The crazy needs to go away...
maybe I'll waste my time until then.
I will revamp myself before it's too late, though.