I suppose it was me alienating myself from the rest of the world.
I used to keep track of the exact moments which took me here so I could always follow them back to myself but I guess I lost my way quite a while ago.
The moment I started to structure sentences with more 'I''s in them, I had no idea it would take me to moments where I wouldn't give a shit when somebody told me that I do so a lot. Its been years that I left any expectations from another human being and its been years that I haven't faded them away from the last places where I left them. It certainly does feel a lot empty when I slow down to think about it. I can feel my breath unorganized and I have no idea how to survive with these feelings. I feel like a very very old tree where its all empty inside and you could just break it if you touched it.
But i also learn and I somehow feel different than the way I was before.
Now I remember memories where I would give a lot to turn back into and people that I placed inside of me so I wouldn't fade them away even if I wanted to.
I remember friends that made me realized the absence of human in my life and how less I care about any people surrounding me. Trust me that is as beautiful as it sounds bad.
Fuck, even words come hard because I seriously have no idea what to say other than I really need to right now.
It is too much to keep inside..and this time I feel good about letting them go.
I guess the sentence should be simple. Those years will possibly be the best times I will ever remember in my life and fuck the weather, fuck the city, its all about those dudes who were there to live them all.
Yes, we all were fucked up in our different ways and I am pretty sure we all wanted to punch each other several times or more but I just can't think of any better non-sexual relationship that I d rather have in my life.
I guess its really hard for me to even write down how I feel about those times and I m sure we ll talk about them someday with some hard liqueurs in our hands but you got it right?
I really miss 235 Font.
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