Friday, April 18
sitting on the floor in the library.
having a.. friend?.. that analyses what you say. what you say about yourself.
me: "people don't believe i'm an I! like i go around everyday acting psycho/crazy-"
friend: "acting? it's all an act?"
me: -smile- "can't believe you caught it."
realising what great friends you have.
holding a conversation with the person you love.
those are the little things in life that make me push past all the shitty crap in life.
a word of gratitude?
it isn't enough.
House of mirrors
I see myself all around,
But it isn't me.