Hello reader,
Today is my no link post.
Talking about things that don't matter takes your mind of things that do.
I'm so excited!
She talks in a very annoying manner, but I guess she can't help it.
How come the first word that comes to my mind when I see you is aberrant?
Shall I tell the whole world what you did to me?
You should have called, to show you cared. Or at least a text? But, no. You didn't. So now, he isn't assuming you don't bother, he just knows.
Yeah, of course, we could stand by the roadside and hand out flyers when the sun's going down, with the sky a blend of gold and red. And everyone around would not be paying much attention to us, because they'll be scurrying around with their school bags or briefcases.
But it doesn't matter, because we have each other's company. Soon, the flyers would all be distributed and the sun would have set, leaving no traces of light in the night sky. When the dust has settled, and everyone has gone home, we'll get our bags and take the last train to the final station. We'll get take away's from the nearest Macs, and set off into our next adventure with only bags slung across our shoulders and our chicken burgers in our hands.
A few hours later, when the sun has rose, flooding the earth with warmth, our fellow humankind would be getting their of bed and preparing for the day. They would pass the dinning room, but before they walk out the door, they realise the slightly crumpled piece of flyer on the table that was handed to them the night before by two girls. Two girls with unkept hair and baggy clothes by the street. They would glance at the title for a moment or two as the shock settled in. Guess what the flyer said?
See? Didn't I tell you? It would fade away. And don't come and tell me it's 'cause you were asked to forget. Because it basically boils down to the point that you can if you want to. And so, my conclusion is that it isn't real at all. Don't fool yourself anymore.
What do you mean what do I mean?
I know I said 'things that don't matter' at the top, but this matters.
I hate it when boys comment about certain things they really shouldn't. And I feel like giving them a straight punch in the face when they do. Like, we didn't comment about yours, don't comment about ours okay? Keep your lousy comments to yourself, or even better just don't think about it.
How does it feel when you have to tell someone who tried really hard, you've done well, but just not well enough? Sucks right?
Today the sky is a nice shade of maroon, maybe it'll rain later?
I think it's not worth fighting for.
Love you, goodbye.
