Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Listening to old music that isn't that old, but basing it off of life events it feels like ages ago. But more like summers ago. I hate that I've been burned, but scars look cool and you learn more and become more of an adult with them. Bastille came on and it reminded me of the summer with Kyle and how electric it was, how he flew to me constantly or flew me to him and how it was a flame that ignited as quickly as it dissipated... with such animosity. I can't even speak to him now. Being single has been a fun but emotionally draining experience. I love feeling new things but new things means opening up those wounds and exposing them to someone I hardly know, and the romantic in me wants to trust every mother fucker that comes close. And I can't.