My fear of going a single day without an interaction overrode my pride.
My fear is that, because there hasn’t been a single day, in more than 700 days, that you haven’t been on the other end of a conversation of mine, that if we were to break that cycle, one of us would realize how relieving it would be
to not need one another.
Honestly I feel like I can’t write freely because of subject matter and specifics and possible irl readers. It’s pretty emotionally tormenting to balance upholding a certain standard while simultaneously expressing oneself.
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
I’M SO MAD
THIS WAS NOT JOHN GREEN IT WAS ONE TREE HILL.
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I feel like I have two different personas. One on here is serious and only likes The Breakfast Club, but on twitter I’m a comedy genius.
“The scene in which all characters sit in a circle on the floor in the library and tell stories about why they were in detention was not scripted. John Hughes told them all to ad-lib.”
The Breakfast Club (1985)
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Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds
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Like the way taxes work or the appeal to tea. I don’t understand gang violence or country music fans or why we have daylight savings or what makes the engine run in a car.
But I think most of all, the hardest thing for me to understand is that people die. And the way everyone can go on with their lives, as if nothing ever happened, when someone dies. This morning I awoke to the news that an old friend of mine passed away in an accident. In one single moment all of these things that I thought I understood, thought I cared about, they were all null and my mind was blank. And throughout the day, I found myself getting angrier and angrier that the world around me didn’t come to a halt. Everyone kept on living and kept on caring about all the things that don’t even matter.
Today I learned that the world doesn’t stop for anyone. And lying here, heart broken, I don’t know how to understand. Everything happens for a reason, God has a plan.
I just can’t believe that this is where the plan for him ends.
I’ve stopped drawing, stopped creating. Stopped thinking, stopped living.
All because I wanted to stop feeling.
Enough is enough. I’ve got to come back.
Photos courtesy of Jessie Page.
tell someone you love them it’ll make your day 100x better
At the end of the day, I just want to love God and love people, because that's all we've really got left. Love is all that remains.
