je pense trop.

i actually can’t stand you right now. you should have known better than to say that to me, even if it were true. it is, it is true. and i expected nothing less. but you should have known better.

jesus fucking christ you make me miserable.

so. fucking. miserable.

well. the other day, i saw you. i hadn’t seen you since last summer.
it was nice. you looked great! and you’re still so funny.
and now you’re sweet. you’ve been really sweet to me lately, because i’ve been having a rough time. but you’re helping me get through it. or around it. or over it. or whatever we’re doing. but seeing you, and knowing that you’re there for me (for real, this time) is really encouraging. you make me happy. so thanks!

Today I had a bad day. And I feel like I can’t handle my life, I can’t handle a career, I can’t handle society. Nothing makes sense much anymore. I want to run away, build myself a teeny cabin on a big hill, and keep away from all the things that confuse me. I think you’re gonna have to teach me how to live in the woods first. You’re the only person that I really trust to teach me anything, I think. Mostly because you teach me things without trying, without even realizing it, whereas other people try desperately to teach me things and they fail miserably. Summer’s coming faster than I think, and I just want it to work. I want to spend none of my time at home. I want to spend a lot of it outside. And who better to spend some outdoorsy time with than you? Kevin’s kind of a douchebag, like he’s always been, and my best friend Ashley isn’t even my friend at all anymore. Funny how things like that work out, ya know? I just want to keep away from them, I think. And I think it would be nice to actually be friends for once, now that you’re better-ish.