That little list down there?
Well, Friday night was okay. I dunno. I did get a lot of sleep... and I did nothing on Saturday.
They were okay days, but I'm so indifferent towards them. Huh.

Today I hung out with a really good friend. We've been friends since grade 3, but since high school, I haven't seen her a whole lot. But our friendship is great; whenever we hang out, nothing feels different; even if everything has actually changed. It's just this great constant that only happens every once in a while. And when it does, it's wonderful. I got to say a lot that was on my mind, and listen to a lot about her life and whatnot. I enjoyed this, it was good to talk. I've needed it. But I still have so much more on my mind; the skeletons sleeping in our closets, you know? These are the things I don't think I'll ever discuss. I don't know if I should feel strong, knowing that I can keep a secret- or afraid, because things could get out of hand.

And I just want to have a nap. As fulfilling and nice as this afternoon was, it's over now, and reality is still here, beating rapidly like someone's heart. It's scary, and I'm all talk. I speak of embracing things and living life, but I'm terrified and don't normally do it. I'm exhausted all the time. I think the reason I take so many naps is entirely just so I can get away from the world.

I kind of just want someone to be there for me. Thanks tumblr, for hammering this into my brain and making me just a little less independent. SO HELPFUL. -_-

But I'm okay, so whatever. I had a good day, and I'll have others. That's how it works.