It’s a listen to Third Eye Blind and reminisce about the past kind of night.
I’m just laying in bed, hating the fact that I no longer have someone to make little things for, in hopes of making their day…and If I’m being honest I just want someone who understands me at any point. My lows, my highs, everything. Someone who can understand the fact that I may hate everyone, and won’t want to deal with anyone at certain points but knows I’m not too fond of being completely left alone for long periods of time. Someone who knows that I’m only really quiet when I’m taking in things, observing or just trying to piece together an acceptable sentence. Just, little things tend to matter most to me.
Moments like tonight, make me realize that I do have some form of depth to me while holding conversations, I’m not as dull as I once thought I was. I can find common ground and build up from that.