Sunday, August 16, 2009

Passenger Seat

How am I able to even call myself a 'girlfriend' when we hang out like we're just pals? Afraid to get close to you in fear that it'll all go to shit in the end - that you may possibly lose it completely for me, and we're slowly transitioning from 'us' to 'you and me'. Could it be that we're just both shy and both tainted by our pasts? I've prayed that it wouldn't let it get to me, but it's driving me insane. It seems to worsen my attitude and mood, by being so bothered. I really want you to know how I feel. We're together already... So shouldn't it be easy?
I feel that pathetic.
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All my plans were mysteriously cancelled and so I was left to travel alone to the city. I was dropped off on a street I didn't know and ended up walking for a while until I reached Bourke. I didn't end up going to MU, but Michael went to both ACU and MU with his mates and we met up after. He picked me up at the Reader's Feast bookstore, where I bought The Death of Socrates by Emily Wilson (a really good philosophical analysis/read), and bought movie tickets to see District 9 at MC. We had 30mins to kill so we decided to go back to his friends at Nandos and crash with them and the girls. 30mins was up and we went back to the movie. Watched it, and went home.

I need to stop pretending a lot.

Albums of the week:
- Transatlanticism by Death Cab For Cutie
- From A Basement On The Hill by Elliott Smith

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