wishful thinking. i don’t know why this picture jumped out to me the way it did, but i guess it’s for a reason. there’s this girl…we’ve hardly talked in person but i knew from the day that i met her that there is something genuine about her. you know that feeling when you look at someone and can look directly into them? like you see how they portray themselves outwardly is the same way as how they feel about themselves inside? that their smile can light up the darkest room. that you want to get to know every. single. thing. about them. but see, i think she just sees me as a friend. and i’ve reached out, please believe i’ve reached out, but i think (hopefully) that she’s just scared of opening up to me. and that’s okay. we all have our own walls for a reason. but sometimes i wish i could just say “i could make you happy too if you gave me the chance.” but that could fuck up a friendship. but what’s the point of living on your knees? i would much rather die standing. a quote that has been sticking with me the past week or so is “you may be disappointed if you fail, but you are doomed if you don’t try.” so maybe it’s time to try.
