don't know how the dust gathers, one particle at a time
i am too old for house parties in suburbia.
too old to go back picking through my exs cause we're both lonely people.
too old to get so retarded that i lose my phone.
too old for the nineteen year old boys to be talking to.
but like, i'll still DO all of these things when i'm home, for lack of anything better to do.
it's strange how you could care about someone so much, make a TON of horrible whiny livejournal posts about 'em even and then when yr allowed back into their life, not feel a damn thing anymore.
like the switch has been flipped into the 'OFF' position and there's nothing else left of whatever you thought there was in the first place.
no hurt at all. just...confusion?
i wonder if i'll ever be like that with the people i miss now.
i sure hope so.
some people, it's so much easier to talk to them inebriated than when the morning brings sobriety and that inevitable awkwardness.
every time i come on the internest, theres messages from these dumb street punks from the city for me.
and like, i never really talked to them before but they're all talking to me outta nowhere and i don't even want to THINK why.
too old to go back picking through my exs cause we're both lonely people.
too old to get so retarded that i lose my phone.
too old for the nineteen year old boys to be talking to.
but like, i'll still DO all of these things when i'm home, for lack of anything better to do.
it's strange how you could care about someone so much, make a TON of horrible whiny livejournal posts about 'em even and then when yr allowed back into their life, not feel a damn thing anymore.
like the switch has been flipped into the 'OFF' position and there's nothing else left of whatever you thought there was in the first place.
no hurt at all. just...confusion?
i wonder if i'll ever be like that with the people i miss now.
i sure hope so.
some people, it's so much easier to talk to them inebriated than when the morning brings sobriety and that inevitable awkwardness.
every time i come on the internest, theres messages from these dumb street punks from the city for me.
and like, i never really talked to them before but they're all talking to me outta nowhere and i don't even want to THINK why.