it's always the same.

invincible, or something like that.

patience.
follow-through.

"God, what's his face? Built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs away like a little bitch on a sailboat leaving nothing but a note for his girlfriend who cried and cried over him till the Fourth of July when she decided she doesn't cry over bitches on boats."
"Seth. His name. It's Seth."
"I know. I'm just doing that thing where I pretend I don't and I have to use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain."

sometimes catching someone's eye is the worst thing that can happen.
either they give you this look that you read way too much into,
or they try to convey something through that one look, and only on the rare occasion do you actually interpret it correctly.
guessing is fun, no?
no.

sometimes you just have to stop thinking.
and when i say you i mean me.
because that's really all i'm doing here.. trying to make things visual for myself
so here's to what i've been trying to do for so long..
stop thinking.
here comes an attempt to just leave it behind and take some chances.
i have a feeling this isn't going to work out so well..
that's kind of what i'm going for.

all it is is reassurance afterall.