  rotting. (again) you think that on my day off, i'd do something productive. (wouldn't you?). i'm not. not even close. i'm running out of phrases for my thoughts.
i'm tired of saying the same thing over, and over, and over again. things are less complicated than ever, in a way. and more than ever, in another. i've given up on a lot, but i'm not tired of waiting for things to get better. i'm becoming comfortable with this. maybe it will never happen, but if i keep waiting - that means i have hope.
and hope accompanies change on occasion, i hear. this weekend was nice. i spent a lot of time with willy. he's having girlfriend troubles, and it's good that i'm around to keep him company. i guess, in a way, i miss having someone to want to say goodnight to every night, but i'd be lying if i didn't admit that right now, where i am is the best place i could possibly be right now. alone .
i was watching casablanca for the millionth time the other day, and i noticed something. it was strange that it never occured to me before. i was watching the last scene, and found myself starting to think to myself (like i usually do), "what the hell is he doing!?! why is he letting her go!?!". and then it came to me. feelings do not dictate everything.
some things are more important. and you were right. all along. currently playing: AFI, morningstar 
