Can you imagine how brilliant travelling
would be if they made adult sized Trunki cases and everyone at the airport just wheeled around on them and families had matching ones and you could customise them all with loads of different add ons and whatnot?

I hadn’t finished 6th Form, I hadn’t done my A levels, I didn’t have a job, I didn’t live in England. Add an unhealthy dose of emotion, complex thoughts and decision making, and even then I couldn’t have begun to imagine how much could, and would, change in a year. That said, I really should have seen it coming.

Life is insane.

I guess keeping your mouth shut doesn’t always work.

Only moments ago we sat in your car, alone in the car park. Only moments ago I could reach out and touch you.

But I didn’t. Instead I held back. I should have held on. Held on to the moment, held on to time. I should have taken a deep breath and kissed you when I saw your eyes begin to cloud, heard your voice crack; kissed you like you’d had the courage to kiss me.

But I didn’t. Instead I sat there and thought ‘In a second or perhaps an eternity I won’t be here anymore, and come Monday morning we will carry on as though this night never was. And I will wish that was true.’

Or I will be grateful that it was not.

Between the way you kissed me and what I felt. Between the words you spoke and what I heard. Between struggling to remember and fighting to forget. Between where I am and where I truly want to be. Between who I was and who I am so desperately trying to become.

In and out, back and forth, round and round and round.

Purgatory.

Then you changed the subject.

(Source: emzical)

But that doesn’t mean I can’t try my best to convince everyone I was pushed. 

Including myself.

Day = made.

Standard.