i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to be around. no drama. nothing but good vibes and good company.
“There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.”—(via wordsthat-speak)
“Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.”—Susan Cain (via quotes-shape-us)
Cos even after poring out my thoughts to you, it seems like nothing has changed. I feel so stupid waiting, and waiting. I thought after telling you my feelings, we could go back to where we were, where you made me feel important, where i could have no worries but just pure happiness. But right now, it seems like you’ve become one of my worries. I need you and I want you back, my best friend.
I thought you were different, but I guess, I thought wrong. You were just like any other guy, one day you’re here, and the next you’re not. It’s hurts so much, so much I can’t take it. It hurts having to hide all these feelings, having to pretend like I don’t care but in actually fact it bothers me a whole fucking lot. I don’t know how this started but what I know, you’re happier with her than with me. And I can’t ask for anything from you, feelings can’t be forced. I hope you’re happy.