If I would be asked about the person whom I’d want to spend my growing up phase of my adult life with, my answer is you. Not because I’m dependent on you but because I want you to be there in every step of the way - whether I face good or bad days.
I’m at that point where I’m starting to establish myself and build a path to get where I want. I’m slowly building a jigsaw puzzle that is my life - I know where the pieces fit but completing the puzzle is a matter of time. I’ve always been decisive because to me, indecisiveness is a flaw of character. I grew up thinking I should know what the things that I want and how I want them. And in one of those choices, I chose to be close to you, to let you inside my walls that’s always been my fortress, to let you know about my thoughts - no matter how ugly they are.
But you said I wasn’t ready. Now I’m going to use your argument against you: You don’t get to decide when I’m ready or when I’m not. I get to decide for myself.
I don’t want to think that it’s just a shitty excuse you made to break free. I have so much respect for you because I know a good person when I see one. All the efforts that you make for the people around you, no matter how much you think you’re unappreciated, made me think highly of you. You’d always say that you’re a little more in touch with your emotions compared to other men, and you say that as if it’s a bad thing which is not. I never had a chance to ask you this though: Why do you think it’s a bad thing when it’s not?
I wanted to spend n number of days with you. I couldn’t think of a better person to talk to when I’m happy or sad or mad about the entire universe for screwing up my plans. I couldn’t think of a better person - that’s the truth. I’m very independent, we both know that. I do things with passion and I put so much thought in everything I do. I don’t need you, need you in the sense that my happiness is tied up to you; but rather I wanted to share a part of me with you. To show you how I can be better, how I fight my everyday struggle in school - things like that…
You fight your own demons. I have mine to triumph over as well. I’m sure I can take care of mine and I pray that, you can too. There’ll be a certain nostalgia that I will get when I think of you and it’s something that’s going to stay with me for a long while. It’s not good, it’s not bad either - it’s a reminder that I feel something.
breaking news!!! breaking lamps. breaking everything. i’m so fucking clumsy
“I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime.”
i want to get so good at giving sly digs that you dont even realize i insulted you until like a week later when you randomly start crying while eating breakfast
if you dont eat the pizza crust you are weak and natural selection is coming for you