How could something good be slowly ripped to shreds by so much thinking? I could barely wrap my head around it. It’s not like we can go straight back to the beginning where things were simpler. I don’t even understand when things started getting complicated.
Can’t we just sit at a cafe and talk and appreciate each other like that? Or do you have to put so much meaning in the wanting of just a talk? Who knows, you might have even put so much meaning in this entry too.
Sometimes we say things because we want to let go of the burden and share it. We do that because sometimes, you just want someone to talk to about it. You just want someone to listen. It doesn’t mean things should change, nor does it mean that it should have so much unnecessary meaning and thought into it. Sometimes it’s, well, sometimes you’re just saying, and there’s nothing else to it, you know?
But then over thinking clouds everything else, and this wonderful thing gets stabbed in the chest again. I wonder if this goes on, will there be any more chest left to stab on?
We can’t ever seem to be on solid ground long enough to appreciate it. I voice out how I feel (because I’m highly emotional, I can do nothing else but feel no matter how hard I try not to) because it becomes heavy in my heart, and yet my heart becomes heavier because you- your inconsistency is worse than a confused person’s indecisiveness. And you’re the one who’s supposedly got what she feels all figured out.
So.
I don’t know anymore.
All this push and pull? Where to?
Please don’t think too much about this again. As I said, I’m just saying. I hope all is well.