i came upon this
post that really got me thinking.
its funny to find someone on the same wavelength as I am. which in simpler terms;
equally screwed up with sustaining a proper relationship without inducing its eventual end.
Compulsions are impulses or tendencies that a person has to perform an act repeatedly.
I must have a certain compulsion that makes it mandatory for me to fuck up the day at least once.
The funny thing is, he's the only thing in life I'm passionate about, yet, I'm messing it all up.
Do I only allow someone to get close only if he doesn't talk about the future?
Am I doing the fucking up because I know in the end, it all will just end?
And that I might as well make it happen?
On a less thought provoking note, 57 days to go before I leave for Floridaaaaa!