--walking through your streets--
We went out today.
By "out" I mean we left the house.
It wasn't everything I thought it would be.
I think I'm made out of something different than what the people around me are.
I want freedom of time, and friends that want to be special or maintain that quality if they already are. I want them to appreciate things that others take for granted such as company and being able to do something different. Just so that when we're together things are interesting with no complaints.
Unfortunately I don't have such friends, they're all special, but our timing never works in eachothers favor.
So there were complaints during our time out in town today.
Sometimes that boy makes me so ambivalent I get thoughts that the thought police wouldn't approve of.
I tried to wander around but he's not as aimless as me, I managed to walk him to this sight anyway.
This might be the most narrow street in Stockholm.
I wish I knew someone who lived there.
Fred heared a theory that there's only 6 people (max) between you and anyone else. So, if I crack the code and figure out who the six connections are, I will know someone who lives there.
It shouldn't be so hard to make friends.
Actually that's not true, some people are so paranoid or too good that they wont even say hi or answer questions once you approach them, especially on LJ.
Sometimes I know the person has read my comment but has decided not to answer the questions I asked in that comment.
I just love this area in Sweden, you feel like you're in a whole other place. Like Italy, but you understand what people are saying.
By "out" I mean we left the house.
It wasn't everything I thought it would be.
I think I'm made out of something different than what the people around me are.
I want freedom of time, and friends that want to be special or maintain that quality if they already are. I want them to appreciate things that others take for granted such as company and being able to do something different. Just so that when we're together things are interesting with no complaints.
Unfortunately I don't have such friends, they're all special, but our timing never works in eachothers favor.
So there were complaints during our time out in town today.
Sometimes that boy makes me so ambivalent I get thoughts that the thought police wouldn't approve of.
I tried to wander around but he's not as aimless as me, I managed to walk him to this sight anyway.
This might be the most narrow street in Stockholm.
I wish I knew someone who lived there.
Fred heared a theory that there's only 6 people (max) between you and anyone else. So, if I crack the code and figure out who the six connections are, I will know someone who lives there.
It shouldn't be so hard to make friends.
Actually that's not true, some people are so paranoid or too good that they wont even say hi or answer questions once you approach them, especially on LJ.
Sometimes I know the person has read my comment but has decided not to answer the questions I asked in that comment.
I just love this area in Sweden, you feel like you're in a whole other place. Like Italy, but you understand what people are saying.