I feel so many things lately, I just don't have the energy to talk about them anymore. It's all I can do these days is to wake up at a reasonable time and go about my day. It's pathetic because I've done the exact same thing every day for at least three months. I've got no obligations, no order, just the company of my friends. Something that, a year ago, I couldn't get enough of. But now I'd just as soon isolate myself so no one can ask me about how funny I thought the episode finale of Sunny was, or my opinion on how Brad and Angelina couldn't possibly be having a second pair of twins. I'm sick of opening my mouth for pointless, mindless garbage. I'm sick of opening my mouth period.Even though I feel so disconnected these days, I don't think I've ever been so infatuated with anyone as I am now. And its the worst, when he's talking to the crowd and you want so badly for him to look at you while he's talking and you're just waiting for it and then he looks at you for that split second and you're okay, but only for that 30 seconds after and then you're back to wanting him to just make eye contact again, look at me again.
You can tell everything shifts when I think about him, it's even evident when I write.
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