“I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s repulsive, because one’s life consists of people, not things. Most people’s problem is having too many people in their life. With me, it’s just the reverse.”—Morrissey (via orphan-grinder)
I know I complained in an earlier post about ” missing ” someone and how the word gets thrown away and in all honesty I was thinking of you ( and others ) when I made the post but I still wish you weren’t such a stranger. I do genuinely miss you and I do wish I could still talk to you about things or hang and grab food when I’m up North but friendships work both ways and as much as it sucks because even right now I wish I could gush to you about something, I won’t because I know I’ll just be messaging a fb chat box and get no reply because let’s be honest, you’ve done this before.
I got a boyfriend. And stupid shit happened. But I’m gonna listen to my gut and try to block out shit everyone else says because honestly, none of their relationships are perfect, there’s been worse things done to and from them so it could have been worse.
But hey, everyone comes home in 11 days. I miss my best friends and I miss him.