so, i had the best weekend, a night of watching a shweet band, dancing the night away with a very close friend of mine, making friends - 'jack jack, come back!' - getting pissed, and for a short sweet moment, loving life for what it was at the present time, not caring for the past (results) and not obsessing over the future (people, exams)
Im sat in my bed, remembering the faces of last night, the new, the old, the laughs, the songs, the quotes. everything that made it the best it could be. especially 'bubba' who was my dance partner for the entire night. Looking back at it all, it just seems like a pretty dream, its so depressing to think that normal, everyday stressful life can make memories seem so far off.
im back to my usually obsessions for the days to come, and its pulling me down like two bricks tied to my feet whilst im drowning.
My best friend is, as i type, trying to convince me that truth is always the way forward… i think otherwise. It's like telling someone you like them; what you get in return will either warm your heart or burn your house down. I feel, if i were to be so straight forward, ill lose all my hope, my safety net, a growing friendship, and right now, thats all ive got. maybe i should, maybe i should grow up and jump in 2 feet first and put myself on the line… but vulnerability is the most frightening thing. what would you do?
we'll see, when the time's right.. maybe.
i think the finish lines a good place we could start, take a deep breath, take in all that you could want
- snow patrol
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