I constantly long for a time that never existed. In my greatest moments of nostalgia, I always have this deep feeling of disconnect. A moment seen from a different perspective. It’s as if I’m in WWII. Even if that isn’t a completely encompassing description, nostalgic times always exude this sensation of living in an analogue age; moments have the tendency towards feeling like they belong in a simpler time.
These memories originate from me, I don’t believe in the experience of past lives, yet they seem to spawn from some primeval sensation [lolarchetype]. The world is far more complicated than ever before, I crave a simpler time; I yearn for a time where things felt real.
That’s why this nostalgia is so profound. It’s a construct. A manifest of my subconscious desires. Forever haunting, it shall never be outrun. It is the fear of change.
But, soon, that too will change. The snowball gains.
I always find the best of friends in the strangest places. It’s exciting to finally have someone who’s willing to go around the city and do the most ridiculous things. Also, who’s willing/has been wanting to to learn poi and do math.
On a side note, this one blue haired girl has my attention. I find interest in math majors whose sanity is in question~
I’m too skinny, my body hurts most of the time because I overexert myself.
Man. I wish you still loved me like you did. I know there’s nothing I can do though. Only move forwards. Though you’ll always haunt me. Throughout the long marches of the future, your shade will just follow and laugh in my wake.
This isn’t a plea, this is a lament. I have no illusion of chance. How do you fall in love so easily? I wish I could follow in your footsteps and move on.
That moment when you realize you know the DJ at the party, because he’s wearing a bracelet you made~
>”I’m glad you’re still wearing it”
>”If its good, it goes on my wrist until it falls off”
My life never ceases to be interesting. One of the people I met this weekend originally met me while I was reading my Chemistry textbook on a Metro bus and his friend was drunkenly, relentlessly hitting on me. I keep re-meeting randoms in the most random of places. It’s nice to be able to experience the small world effect basically everywhere I go.
hopeless, bitter, and full of contrition.
It was nice to see you again. I’m sorry things had to turn out this way, I love you.
I might just be forced to go to work, still drunk. Oh well, it’s not like I’m on the hotseat already and have to meet a new manager today.