February 2012
I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
makeloveandgetpaid:
it all just comes to you. none of this matters. not one person, not one thing, not one emotion even matters. maybe i’ll be alone forever. ya know, i’d be okay with that. you learn so much about yourself in the loneliest hours. there’s meaning behind everything, and everything is meaningless. am i making sense to you? i’m foreign i suppose. aloha.
