Usually when the clock strikes 12, I become one of two things. The first, utterly hyper, and second, slightly lonely.
No, I'm not insomniac, I guess I naturally have a screwed-up circadian rhythm.
Anyway, I just got off a texting spree with my best friend who was feeling apathetic due to the current circumstances she was currently in. And yeah, I guess probably like most female teenager related things, it was about love (or the lack of it). After the sending back and forth of messages, I realized this is why I've always been adamant of not having extreme feelings for someone: it's either you get hurt or you become numb.
Yeah, I guess I'm kind of satisfied with being the "neurotic excuse for a best friend".
I'm not sad. I'm just.. kind of figuring things out. The way an adult would, I guess.
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