livisawesome
we're all connected to each other by the things we say and the things we do. when you catch somebody's eye on the bus it's as though a small invisible string flies from you to them and you're connected forever, you can never lose that connection. and then there are some people who you connect with and that string stops being just a string, it becomes a lifeline instead.
go figure. you're not here. of course i fucking miss you. and then i have to pretend like i don't because i don't wanna be that clingy girlfriend who always needs your attention, but shit. i wish i felt like you missed me too.
obsessed. maddie's obsessed with my best friend. so is charlotte. she thinks she's down with the cool kids, but he begs me to come along when she meets him so he doesn't have to be alone with her. actually, come to think of it, there are quite a few girls who are obsessed with him. but i'm not. i'm obsessed with joe. not obsessed as such, just in love (:
scarves. they were them in dunedin, and in that movie about the kids at otago uni who move into a house and there's a huge marijuana plantation in the basement and they sell it and get in crap with the guy who grew it in the first place. it's called scarfies i think. and joe's got a scarf to take with him to christchurch. i hope he knows how much i love him.
have you ever wondered what it's like to be somebody else? just for a moment, stop and think about it. you'd have different experiences, and you'd never know quite what it's like to be you. but then you'd know exactly what it's like to be another you, but that you isn't you. confusing, isn't it? sometimes i wonder how other people see me, if they think of me the same as i do.