fucking puppies are the shit
after a lot of thinking, i have come to the conclusion that change occurs every second of every minute of every hour of every day. but it seems to happen so quickly, that you don't even know what hit you until it is too late to save, or even fix anything that might disappear. or when it hits you, too much time has already passed and whatever you had has been gone for so long that it is unable to get back.
so much has changed over the past years and months and days and minutes. everyone has changed so much. everyone has grown and found their place, or at least their path. they have found their someone forever, or at least temporarily. they have discovered who they are and who they want to become. and everyone is happy, or at least conent.
and every time i think about how satisfied they feel, i realize how unstaisfied i am. i am the same person i was three minutes ago, three days ago, three months ago. i am dreaming for someone with too high of expectations. i don't know who i am and i am striving to become something that is unrealistic.
sometimes i believe i am in love with someone who wants nothing to do with me. that he is busy with his own, new way of life. sometimes i believe my best friends are never going to be around anymore. they are busy with their new way of life. and sometimes i believe that although i live a different life, in a different city, at a different school, with different people, and different freedoms, my life remains exactly the same. maybe everyone is happier the way things are now. maybe i should be.
it's all shit now. nothing i had is ever coming back.
i miss you but im done now.
goodnight.
so much has changed over the past years and months and days and minutes. everyone has changed so much. everyone has grown and found their place, or at least their path. they have found their someone forever, or at least temporarily. they have discovered who they are and who they want to become. and everyone is happy, or at least conent.
and every time i think about how satisfied they feel, i realize how unstaisfied i am. i am the same person i was three minutes ago, three days ago, three months ago. i am dreaming for someone with too high of expectations. i don't know who i am and i am striving to become something that is unrealistic.
sometimes i believe i am in love with someone who wants nothing to do with me. that he is busy with his own, new way of life. sometimes i believe my best friends are never going to be around anymore. they are busy with their new way of life. and sometimes i believe that although i live a different life, in a different city, at a different school, with different people, and different freedoms, my life remains exactly the same. maybe everyone is happier the way things are now. maybe i should be.
it's all shit now. nothing i had is ever coming back.
i miss you but im done now.
goodnight.