I hate that he sings and socializes and has his friends over when I sleep (after 8pm) even though we agreed to these being sleeping hours. I hate that he expects me to be quiet in the morning when I get up from work, but doesn’t shut up when I’m trying to sleep at night.
Çünkü eğer gidersem burada yaşadığım bütün iyi şeyleri de bırakacak gibi hissediyorum belki sadece alıştığım için iyi geliyordur bilemiyorum. Keşke hiç alışmasaydım bir yere, bir kişiye, bir söze. Alışmasam gitmek daha kolay olurdu. Bırakmak daha acısız olurdu.
One of the worst manipulation tactics is ambiguity. They’re not telling you the truth, but they’re not telling you a lie either. They keep you riiiight in the middle, just balancing you back-and-forth on the little teeter totter of vagueness. Fuck ppl like that.
etven my mom’sohere are no grownups, kids, classmates, or teachers
ar sadness on it either
an island that doesn’t have any pain
in island without any people
i wanna go to an island
b wanna go someplace far away from here
wig enough to go somewhere by myself
hen i get bigger,
Woke up to a cool, dry day in Mahone Bay. I can hear a loon’s call as I watch hummingbirds flit between the flowers. The Canadian flag snaps in the breeze, and I’m sitting here with my cup of Tim Hortons coffee, just taking it all in.