this is not worth reading.my teacher used to say that she kept the TV on at all times to block out the silence.the noise and bangs and explosions and insomnia shine would make you forget you were alone.we don't need TVs, there is no complete silence.there's still the noise of sugar in your cup, breathing, the living sounds of machinery.blood pumping in your ears, there's still noise.weneedsilence.3 cups of coffee and counting.a boy once told me that the world is not as complicated as i think it is. he was wrong.everything is complicated. chemistry is complicated. maths is complicated. love is complicated. social interaction is complicated.'my behaviour in social situations can be described as a low level panic attack.'being a bit rude is a psychological symptom.can't we just be bad tempered?he just underestimates it.5 cups of coffee and counting.an ex said I was the best thing that ever happened to him.he was wrong as well.there are friendships that we think will never end and then one day the
this isn't realthe first was unexspected.dodging the questions, the frustrated looks, then it came.it was unexspected but it felt like everything clicked into place. everything was there - the fireworks, the crashing waves, the never ending parade of clichéd scenarios.then it was a run to privacy.it wasn't pretty and it sure as hell wasn't romanticthe raw, dark earth pressing into your knees and the thin, whispy blades of grass in your hair making everything tangible.drawn out breaths, shuddering.you hugged me.as tight as you always do, but more so.like you never wanted to let golike, if you could, you'd stay there forever.but you had to go.and you still have to go.