I DON’T THINK SO.
I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS.
Classy hipster. Book nerd. Terrible driver. Attending Indiana Univeristy this fall- 2017 <3
But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
|Freshman speaking to their friends in the Library:||I mean, I'm not too worried about finals week. It can't be that bad... can it?|
|Me:||Oh you sweet summer child....|
|Goes to class:||Teacher repeats the same damn thing again. Nothing important happens.|
|Misses one class:||The cure to cancer is created, Waldo is found, AIs took over, the second coming of Jesus Christ took place and the Fire Nation attacked.|
And I didn’t have the courage then to tell you that I knew exactly what would happen: I would visit and you’d find me awkward and charming, a mixture of all the good and bad things you hoped to uncover, and I would return back to the world I call my own. Caring for a week or so before coming to the inevitable conclusion that you weren’t really what I thought, you never quite were. But I wanted to believe that it was possible for us to fit into each other’s lives with such ease that it seemed as though it had to be fate, so instead I just said: “things will be good” and you said: “we will work out, I think” so I nodded: “yes.’ Because that’s all I would ever want, for something to work out because it can. Because it never really does.