Even though I hate spiders…I read that tarantulas can be pretty docile and fascinating…I MIGHT just buy one as a pet..
That moment when one thing a person says or does out of the blue and that person stays in your mind. God damn.
What am I supposed to remember? It’s such a mix of feelings that I want to remember, I don’t want to remember, I want to create, I’m exhausted of, I want to throw away. It’s of a bad memory, but mainly the aftermath, not so much of the pain or the hurt. It’s got a hint of it, but not so much. But there’s still the regret that remains. Not fear, but just…tired. Maybe holding on, because that was/is a passion. A bit of confusion.
What a song.
…is it just me or is she actually skinny as fuck?
Some great numbers of people claim to be there for you if you need them but never notice when you’re there or if something’s off. But a small group of people you meet who don’t say much notice if there’s something wrong and help you out.
THIS is the reason why I drive stick. Gawddam…I want all of these.
The naiveness of my emotions has constantly been getting the better of my thought process, and the enjoyment of company. The prevalence of it has slowly drifted away, but today was a real “test” of it. I wouldn’t say I have better control, as it’s just like building a wall to withstand an explosion. It’s like trying to put out flames with your bare hands. It hurts. And as you repeat this process, eventually your hands grow calluses that numb it away. As much as I hate to say it, the numbing of it makes me feel less of everything. Happiness included. Which is why I fear it so much yet some things draw me right back into it.