For someone who doesn’t think words are all that important, he sure knows how to say something fairly simple and make it completely overwhelming.
Pat Maloney said he loved me. My life is complete.
The question that bothers me the most is how someone can be so happy on the outside and so cynical in their head. I totally get that people are down sometimes, I’ve been there, everyone has. There are definitely times where I fake it and pretend that everything’s okay, but honestly, it’s never lasted for too long. A major reason for this is probably the large number of people in my life that notice that I’m faking and talk me through it or at least offer to (thank you). But I feel like there’s a difference between being upset or sad and being cynical. And I really just don’t understand how someone can seem so carefree, happy, and fun-loving when on the inside they are screaming “fuck the world”. You are your own worst enemy; you just can’t see what other people see and sometimes I think things would be so much better if you could. It’s scary to be reading something so depressing right along with something so happy. It’s scary how good someone can be at faking it sometimes.
and i’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from your expectancies
My Grampa left me a voice-mail today to tell me that Walpole baseball was undefeated in their season so far because he’s obsessed with all things sports. He also left his number at the end of the call so I could call him back, as if I didn’t know his number already. He’s kind of the cutest person ever and even though I care very little about the WHS baseball record, I love that he took the time to find my cell phone number and call me. I love him so much.
