I’m going to look back on this post when I’m old and not remember why I wrote it until it hits me during a placid moment later on in the day, like taking the on ramp to work or in the middle of watching TV.
If I messed up that night in some way and I suck, I’m sorry. I’ve already gotten the hint that it won’t happen and it’s totally fine with me, I just wish we would hang out more. Being by myself is something I can only take for so long, and I really reach for days when I can see people. Be it the craziest rave, deafening sounds and blinding lights, or the simplest of moments at a lonely diner at 3AM, a sip of coffee and a chuckle at the inside joke of an inside joke, it’s all the same to me. People leave this place all the time, and it’s difficult to tell when I’ll see them again. With the majority of my friends gone, and more leaving all the time, I feel like at some point it will be me, by myself at the loneliest diner at 3AM, sipping coffee and staring blankly at a table we all used to sit at. I know I will leave this place, and things will be okay, but for now, before I leave and you leave, I really want to spend time with the people who mean a great deal to me, and you’re one of them. I know I will see them again, it’s just the time in between that kills me.
Kenneth De Guzman.Just another doofus from California. I'm currently working as a retail slave in a small mall in central California working my way into trying to join the Navy. I enjoy cereal, pop-punk and my friend's company way too much for my own good.
In all, I'm just trying to make it through the week.
