my friend was debating on whether or not he wanted to drink tonight so he texted me “to drink or not to drink” and i text bombed him back the rest of hamlet’s soliloquy and now he’s not answering me
he texted me back and said “that was amazing i’m going to drink to that” so long story short hamlet caused alcoholism to happen tonight
so someone once called my old english teacher immature (because at this point he was spinning around on a wheely chair) and he said:
“Yeah, but the truth is we never really grow up. We just masquerade as adults because that’s what we’re expected to do.”
and to this day that is the single most profound thing i have ever heard uttered by someone dicking around on a swivel chair
why can’t i be as cold as i pretend to be? I want to be frigid, emotionless, blank as i say i am.
but I can’t. and it hurts so much and i make stupid decisions and i get myself hurt even more and it sucks
and you’re there, that little voice behind my left ear, whispering sweet condemnations in my ear. And today, I almost gave in
I almost snuck out to sleep with you.
but I’m not emotionless and I would fall for you and i am hurting now but it would hurt more later and it sucks and that’s life.