Everyone’s out taking risks, making their own decisions and going against their household rules and I’m just here doing what other people say is best for me. Other people. For me.
I keep on hoping for the future but there’s really no point. The future just holds the same sort of things. But worse things because there’s always the hope that dies as each past future moment crushes into the present.
It never fails to take me by shock how someone that you would die to talk to, touch, look at, love, hate, yell, kiss, love, and love even more, can be within arm’s length and yet seem so far away….