It’s midnight! Witching hour!
I honestly have to fight the urge the reblog everything thehippieproject posts. I dont know where she finds all this PURE GOLD! And of course I only want to repost the things I can relate with, which are quite a few. I pick the weirdest ones, though. And most people wouldnt get it because they dont have all the pieces of the puzzle. ;)
The title? Well, up until this point I’ve always written these things as if NOBODY I currently know, in person, besides Becca and like 2 other people, read this shit. Then I come to realize, I have it flaunting itself on my facebook. Do I expect no one else to get restless and aimless like I do and go scoping around the internet for fleeting, mindless, entertainment? So pretty much. If we know each other. Maybe sometimes we talk. Maybe we dont. That title right there. That’s for you. In good fun, of course.
…creep.
It’s probably better I dont know if anyone’s reading it. I tend to want to censor myself when I feel I’m being watched. Which is kind of strange because that sort of implies I’d rather be talking to myself.
