cute story time: my one friend is dating a boy who is blind and they go for walks everyday and as they walk she describes everything to him and he always says that “she makes everything sound so beautiful, except herself, but one day I’m determined to make her describe herself in the same beautiful way she describes the earth” I’m so
Sometimes this feeling creeps up into my head. It manifests in the part where hope also lies. I don’t believe anything can come out this. At least not anything good. It’s one thing to play with the idea and it’s another to actually hold onto every piece. I need to stop myself. It’s pretty difficult right now when all I want to do is cuddle with someone. And hug and kiss em. Not even anything sexual. Okay, maybe I’m lying about that but for the most part I like natural chemistry between two people. Chemistry so strong that not even one word has to be said and it already feels like home. Comfy. It’s nice to have someone in your life that makes you happy just from the thought of them. But it’s another thing to depend on them for your happiness.
I tend to feel shitty after being really high. I think it is the way I think. I think about way too many things when I’m stoned. As long as I don’t get depressed again though. I hate being depressed. It’s the shittiest feeling in the world. It’s like being stuck in quicksand and just letting yourself sink. Because the harder to try to fight it, the more you sink in. For real. Well, it’s my birthday in less than 24 hours. I feel like my parents should be thanked for my birth. Especially my mom since she’s the one who had to go through labor.
Anyway, good day mates.