I can feel the weight of everything starting to close in. One week in and I already feel like there’s no more time. No more time wasting. If I’m not at class/practice/work, I need to be either working out, coding, or sleeping, the one exception being her and even then we both should be doing productive things and not just bum…
…is that I did not care enough. About everything.
What’s the point then, if the one and only thing consistent throughout all four years turns out to be a failure on me?
Why I feel resentment towards people who don’t even bother when they are there anyways. I don’t get it. What are you honestly going to do with the 2 hours you save… procrastinate and waste more time?
Whatever, just fuck it. Wasted investments.
What do I do? I can’t help you. Nothing more than offering some nice alcohol that a friend gave me and sitting here quietly. I feel insufficient as a friend. What do I dowhat do isaywhat canido whatwhathwhatwhatwhat…
We ate lunch today. It’s probably been 2 years since we talked. You are exactly the same as I remember you, minus the hair you chopped off. So indecisive and hard to talk to. Multiple times, I wondered why I even bothered in the first place.
I can’t define my type, but I know now for sure you don’t fit. Good luck with everything.
I am sorry. Not for what has happened now but for what will inevitably happen later on. You are my stepping stone into another level of what I desire most. Thanks for putting up with me and serving this purpose. I discover more and more everyday how dark and bleak my perspective is. I truly am sorry that our time is finite. But for now, you make me happy, and I hope you are happy, too.