Writing, photographing, laughing, crying, studying, talking, loving and hating are just a few of the things I do when I'm not busy questioning, dreaming or eating.
I’ve got a little secrete for you guys, I know why you end up in the friend zone. So, you say you’re a nice guy, maybe you are. Always there for her, she talks to you about all her problems, you were there for her when her cat died. You helped her though some tough times, but she only looks at… Right, so this is (I think) what it all started with on my dash at least in recent weeks. Problem is, I’m never saying I blame her for considering me a friend. I’m just saying I’m bloody disappointed - to avoid terms more loaded with obvious sadness - and that I wish it would be different. I would never ever ask for some sort of reward for being a friend to someone, I’m just saying, fuck, I wish it were different. ugh.
