It feels like arrested development syndrome. Every night I think I’ve learned something from the day, and every morning I wake up to realize I’ve forgotten it already. I’m beyond the age where I’m supposed to be wondering what ‘growing up’ means (it’s really such a teenage question to ask), it’s what you do while your life naturally forces you forward. But still I sit here and marvel at my refusal to shoulder the smallest responsibilities- there’s a weightlessness to life, and I’m still waiting for the gravity of consequences to drop. So out of touch, I might as well be living on the moon.
it’s so strange how you can get so used to someone’s presence even if you go hours without exchanging a single word. even if you don’t know that person very well. it’s strange how you can just feel someone’s being in the other room. it’s strange. my roommate is gone for the night and my apartment feels like it’s missing something. i feel like i’m missing something.