There was a point in time where I would consider you as my best friend. Someone who I would undoubtedly be able to confide with, someone who I always felt comfortable around. And I still think of you dearly, but I feel like so much has changed since then. Back then, I’ve always been quite undecided on whether or not we were exactly the same or completely opposite. Now, I realize that it is the latter. Over the years you’ve changed into an unrecognizable person; someone who was a little less pessimistic, a little more confident, a lot more loved. It’s not a bad thing, of course not, but it is still change nonetheless. And quite honestly, I feel a little bit left behind,
but it’s not like I wasn’t before. Back then, you’ve always said that you’ve been worried that there was something I wasn’t telling you, but now I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I can’t help but feel like your words are judgmental- even condescending -and your demeanor a little more fake. The world you live in seems to be a little more perfect, although that doesn’t mean you don’t have anything to be sad about. But everything seems to fall together perfectly for you, which can be absolutely frustrating sometimes. When we were last together, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit used, a little bit resentful for a reason I couldn’t put my finger on. I still think that you are an absolutely wonderful person, but the attempt to maintain this relationship on both our parts is beginning to feel a little more futile. I know you mean well, and I wish only the best for you, but I suppose it’s time that I moved on, because whether you knew it or not, you already did.
Someone you’ll eventually forget- as all things, I suppose, must eventually come undone.
How do you say: “I want to lick your gymnastics team up and down” in German?
Now that I’m finally done, I actually think I’ll miss it…
I’ve met a lot of interesting people there, and the kids definitely grow on you like moss. Creepily enough, the Danny I met there is the exact equivalent of Joe and Alex; although I miss them and will probably never see them again, I’ve learned a lot from them whether they knew it or not. I can only imagine who I would be the next time we meet again.
Some truths are simply just too hard to handle
Some secrets are better left alone.
So I’ll simply just turn my back and walk away.
Whatever happens, happens.
I hate waiting sometimes.
Some of the kids are so goddamned cute, the 7 year olds call me the ‘Staring Girl’ (apparently, I never blink).
Oh my goodness gracious if I didn’t hate kids before, I certainly did now.
Okay, maybe I’m just exaggerating.
Maybe it’s because I only had 3 hours of sleep last night, and was forced to wake up at an ungodly hour.
Maybe it’s because I was with the kids for 11 hours.
Maybe because this volunteer work feels a little like child labour.
Maybe it’s because of the ear splitting headache I STILL have 4 hours after I came back from the camp.