Miserus Sextus, so seemingly lonesome.
I've grown more and more apart from some people that I used to have daily conversations with. The girl that I dispise and hate but was still friends with, I now rarely talk to. Another person who I used to have conversations with is a Half-gothic Wiccan, who now hates me. My old friends seem to remain though, which is lovely for me. Aparently I'm the type of person that people love to follow around, which is to my advantage.
Otherwise though, I'm relatively alone. I have no one in the world that I can share my thoughts with, some one that will listen without rebuttal, but some one I can also have a debate with. Thats what I think I'm longing for the most right now. I also have that little nagging feeling that the person my mind seems so latched onto right now might be the answer to that, but logice tells me other wise, that I'm trying to destroy a cloud with a plane, barking up the wrong tree.
Fortunetly, I know how to deal with things like this and so It causes me little if any trouble emotionaly or socialy, but its a nag at the back of my head that I can't get through with. What bugs me even more is I can't get this beyond me, I feel like, and know, that I should be above such silly hormonal things, I suppose I can't deny my body some degree of normality.
Just leaving me with the feeling, have I gone too farther than some one my age can go?
Miserus Sextus, est disscredit eum Imperium