everybody's worried about time, but i just keep that shit off my mind.
people living on twenty four hour clocks, but we're on a ride that never stops.
Don't give up. I'm only starting to see the gravity of your situation. the extent of your damnation. In short I don't blame you for your frivolous disposition. I blame myself for not being enough to change it. That came out wrong. I can't, nor do I want to, change you. I just wish I was insentive enough to make you wish to change. Or maybe change is non-existant. I want you to grow. You're playing a static and stagnant role whilst I am flourishing and thriving. I know I'm not the same as I was when we were first in love, but the change is amplified relative your inert stance. I've always cared about you, but that too has been altered by the hand of circumstance. I've known countless feelings for you, attachment, love, lust, caring, anguish, concern. I've always felt something for you. Now it's stronger than ever before. No more silly juvenile notions of "love". I care for you like a sister, a mother, a lover, a friend. You say you don...
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But anyways my response to your post without reading that comment would have been along the lines of you can't let people worrying about you screw you up. We're making our own choices now. I love it. I feel like I'm myself when I make decisions without worry, I do it without worry. But sunday morning brought me back to reality that I do have parents, but they don't control me anymore. It's weird.