I’m (more or less) an adult! Like, I know I’m young, but 20, very soon to be 21, is an adult!
One of my friend’s parent facebooked me and I freaked out for a second! One, cause this lady has randomly called and fussed me out cause she thought I was involved in some crap that I wasn’t, and didn’t like me for awhile.
But dude(s) a alarm went off of fear she was going to get on to me for, but then I remembered… I’m an adult now! And I can (more or less) do what I want!
“One of the most unattractive human traits, and so easy to fall into, is resentment at the sudden shared popularity of a previously private pleasure. Which of us hasn’t been annoyed when a band, writer, artist or television series that had been a minority interest of ours has suddenly achieved mainstream popularity? When it was at a cult level we moaned at the philistinism of a world that didn’t appreciate it, and now that they do appreciate it we’re all resentful and dog-in-the-manger about it.”—Stephen Fry (via raineplease)
It would’ve been a year today. Oh wow, that sounds pathetic… I will admit I am still a little sore about it, and sad, but mostly, I’m hurt because of how shitty the past year has been. I needed you and you left! Given some of the shittiness was because you did leave but also just life in general; things I know you could’ve helped me with and get through.
It sucks. I feel betrayed, honestly. I was there for you, and I never really asked for much and never expected anything other than you weren’t lying when you said you wouldn’t be the one who left first.
I don’t even miss you that much anymore, I just miss what could’ve been; what should’ve been.