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But then I realize I’m just romanticizing the dead in the same way I wish everyone else wouldn’t

Change and growth happen at different paces for different people, and sometimes the paces just don’t line up.

I always forget that trying to reason with the unreasonable is… unreasonable.

Loving someone is vulnerable. It’s sensitive. It’s tender. And I get lost in them. If I love someone, I start to disappear. It’s so much easier to just do googly eyes and fond memories and inside jokes for a few months, run the second things start to get real, then repeat the cycle with someone new.

And little by little, you realize you start talking less and less to the people you thought you were so intimate with. Until you don’t talk to them at all anymore. And it makes you wonder if you were ever really intimate with them in the first place or if it was all just facade.

I’d get excited to talk to him but then the excitement waned whenever we’d actually talk. He’d talk about music and reference all these different songs that I didn’t know, which was fine, if there were other things we talked about too. But there really weren’t.

Life’s a serious thing. There’s a lot going on in this place. Being prepared and working hard and doing well are far more important than fun.

What I want and what I need deserves to be listened to.

Sometimes it’s just nice to feel good at something.