i find it hard to admit when people have power over me. i mean, like, emotional power. you know how there are certain people that are always going to be able to change your behavior? in ways that make you feel weak or stupid? i know there are people like this in my life, but something in the tangled-up mess of wires that is my brain makes it hard for me to acknowledge that.
… and then i’m standing on the outside of things, in a different place, looking back at myself, and i see that i don’t like this different place very much at all. these new faces and ways are empty and stupid compared to the things i have where i usually am. i would much rather be back there, with myself. which begs the question: am i already building the life that i want?
let me break this down a little bit: my girlfriend is in London for 25 days, so for a while I’m going to use this to eject the horribly uninteresting guillotine-worthy-thought-dream-type-shit that builds up in my mind. and when i’m not doing that i’m going to post pictures that i like.
also, it would really cheese off my girlfriend if she saw me typing like this, but i really like the way lower-case writing looks, and she’s off having adventures so nyah-nyah.