as soon as i dont give a fuck. lots of people start giving fucks.
waiting has started to seem so strange to me lately. i feel that it is only considered waiting, if what you are waiting on knows. like am i truly waiting if the other people doesnt know. Like say i am at a resturant waiting for my friends to get there, but for some reason they do not know i am there. i am not waiting for them, its more like wishful thinking.
so really, it all comes down to perception. If you think i will wait all summer for you, but i dont know that...you are a wishful thinker my friend.
heres to wishful thinking.
instead of being let down all the time, i think ill just call myself a wishful thinker? i just think the best of people??? i take people for their word??? noooooo it cant be.
or is it waiting if you think we are going to go to this nice dinner and i'll fall in love with you over small talk and awkward pauses? is it waiting as you count the days until you see me, or is it all a waste...
but just like i let people waste their precious thoughts/hopes/dreams on me, you do that to me all the time.
we all just seem to love to hurt eachother.
and why does it seem that we need to be inspired to do something great, when doing something great is more than rewarding?
my thoughts are all over tonight.
"comelordjesusbeourguestandletthesegiftstousbeblessed... and please dont let me get fat!"
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