spending time alone is essential
I’m actually exhausted from pretending everything is okay.
But then again I can endure this better than opening up to someone.
So cheers to silent pain.
I don’t know where all this is going.
Time is a strange thing.
Sometimes you’ll climb mountain after mountain. And then a smooth curved path is in sight. Somewhere a long that path a speed bump shows up. It’s not a climb when compared to the mountain. But it is tiresome nonetheless.
Today my roommate told me about a guy she’s seeing only because she feels lonely. A part of me is curious to know what she’ll feel about these decisions in a year. Will this be a life changing moment? Regret? Or nothing?
Stagnation is a place I’m familiar with. I don’t want to be here anymore.
"Do what you want."
Pretty sure I read that somewhere. I probably tell people the same. “Want” is such a nice word. Want. Want. Want. I want. What about what life in it’s unpredictability wants? Is want like a trick question?
Anyway, it doesn’t matter in the end. From when I started typing this to ending it, I’m not sure much changed. But time did pass. So strange.
trying not to snap at my roommate. i’m going to be blunt tonight with her because privacy is a thing i cherish
so much for being a life long friend. this is why it takes years for me to consider people friends