How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
—David Foster Wallace ~ Infinite Jest (via virtualnarcissism)
I hate myself for liking you, for liking anyone. There is so much I want to do and need to do before I involve myself and my reality in someone else’s life.
I’m not ready at all for this and no matter how many times I tell myself this, I’m failing miserably at forgetting you exist.