I love my friends so much it gives me a headache. And makes me feel sick. I feel like Elva. I care so much, I'm sick because of it.
"Only the combined misery of all the men, women, and children within a mile, battering at me like a midnight storm."
About Me
- SRLoftis
- Do you ever wonder what it would really be like to be someone else? Sometimes I see people walking down the street or in the car next to me, and I see them singing, or talking to the person next to them, or whatever, and I just wonder, what is their life really like? What kind of things does my sister really experience when she wakes up in the morning, when she's at Uni all day, when she gets home just in time for dinner? What's running through her head, what is she feeling, how is it affecting her? And you know, most people would think it's stupid to assume that she’s thinking the exact same thing I am, or that guy walking down the street feels the same way I do about the guy in the car next to me picking his nose. Obviously, everybody thinks and feels and experiences differently. So, why do we assume that red looks the same to everyone, or that my perfume smells the same to my boyfriend, or that mushrooms (the heavenly things they are) taste the same to my brother, who doesn’t eat them, as they do to me? If they did, he would like them. Essentially, we all live in a different world to one another. So here I am; this is a piece of my world I guess.
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