Been busy and mixed up. Insomnia. Part of it's cause I realized two years ago today, No 6 moved out. And it's like I feel so sorry for the "me of back then" cause he was so hoping to follow through with his beautiful plans. But he's not me. Dunno if that makes sense.
I've broken up with more people in the last two weeks than most people date all year. And it's heart-wrenching. I'd much rather be the dumpee than the dumper. Much.
Lemme clarify a recent post:
- Making time is when you find a way to see someone you don't really wanna see (needle - going out)
- Killing time is when you see someone cause you got nuthin else to do (button - taking in)
- Spending time is when you see someone you wanna see (thread - pulling it together)
The other part's cause two people that've told me that they were killing time now want to spend time. One can't screw up something that's bound to end, ergo, I can be coldly dispassionate in these matters.
But now there's a chance that someone's hoping to spend time with me that I'm hoping to spend time with - so now it matters. Now I can screw it up. Now, I can't be dispassionate.
Music: I look around my life tonight and you are gone