I’d just like remember how it feels. sometimes i try to draw upon old memories and go to the saying ” its better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all “ but with those memories come painful events. so id rather forget them than bathe in them. unfortunately it seems that i am sulking in my hermit lifestyle that i have lived these past days, and try to indulge myself in, what you would call, busy work. I am repulsed by my behaviour, but i am somewhat helpless to it for the time being.
I would just like to remember how it was being truly in love. there’s a thin line between happiness and despair. I try not to seek it and hope it will fall into my lap, but that can’t be the situation. Maybe ill just know it when the time is right.
cheese & fucking crackers man…
