just linger a little bit
there is the sickenly optimistic part of me that believes my feelings are signifigant and real. then there is the other more cynical part of me that thinks i'm bored in more ways than one, and is simply looking for something different to attach myself to. and I suppose the realistic part of me thinks I should shut the fuck up already because either isn't all that bad.
by the way i'm reading such a stupid book, but ofcourse i have fallen in love with it, which just proves how bored I really am.
the more I think about it, my feelings of boredem are pretty unjustified if thats possible. I suppose I needed to find something to complain about...
by the way i'm reading such a stupid book, but ofcourse i have fallen in love with it, which just proves how bored I really am.
the more I think about it, my feelings of boredem are pretty unjustified if thats possible. I suppose I needed to find something to complain about...