I decided I want to start recording my thoughts again. In my journal, though. Most of them will make it to tumblr. Some of them here, some of them on my main one. My writing is a little rusty.
To have the support of two good friends is all I need. To the rest, they can think what they want.
Sunny day reflections as I drove home from my all cousin sleepover. No sadness, just the curiosity that’s arisen from not knowing where my heart went and what’s made it so easy for me to walk away from everything that’s been good for me. And, I think I know now. I’ve never been able to fully recover from not being trusted with the truth. Secrets kept for chunks of relationships have been my downfall now. Nothing makes me want to be more free than that.
Like liquor, distance oft takes the blame.
I just want to get away from everything.
Resolution. Now that PCN season is over, I have no excuse for not eating, not exercising, not sleeping, not doing my work, not cleaning my side of the room, not seeing my non-KP friends. I must get back to real life. From here on out, I need to catch up on all my school work and stay caught up…possibly even get a jump start on studying. Next, I need to stop abusing my body and take better care of it, which means eating better, sleeping more, and exercising (gasp). I also need to start taking better care of my living space, not just my room but the house, as well; it’s kind of fallen into a state of messiness that I’m not particularly fond of. And, last but not least, I must stop neglecting my non-KP friends. They were there for me before KP so I shouldn’t forget about them, they deserve my time just as much.
My eyes hurt from all the tears. But, the sun is shining and the earth is still rotating so everything’s okay. We’ll both be okay. Chin up, darling. We’ll both be okay.
Having a five hour energy at midnight might not have been the brightest of ideas, but I needed to stay awake during The Avengers. I don’t even feel like sleeping. Maybe I should just stay up.
She was the sweetest heartbreaker you ever met. She was the most destructive kind of beautiful.
We’ve both got our headphones in, trapped in our own worlds of knowledge so close physically but so far apart mentally. It is impossible to bridge the chasm between our consciousnesses.
—On the stranger sitting at the same table as me in the group commons.
