April 2012
37 posts
i want to go back to the beach house. it was the first time i was truly happy in a really long time. i think this is because of the ocean, far away from everyone and everything. but not detached. maybe it sounds ridiculous that standing on a beach could make all my troubles go away. but it did. everything pales in comparison. nothing is quite as beautiful. nothing is as sincere.
I think there were a lot of misunderstandings on both sides. But either way it’s too late now, and I’m beginning to accept it. It was a long time ago. But still. I can’t help thinking it’s a shame. Because I had and still do have a lot of respect for you and I feel like we were maybe almost about to be good friends before everything went all…sour.
It would be really nice
if people could just say that they are upset. The silent treatment isn’t cool, man.