It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that’s dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It’s so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can’t say the things you want to.
On the Road Illustrated, Paul Rogers
Just realized that I only have a couple more weeks to use “oh well I’m only twenty two” as my excuse for being a fuck up.
I don’t care if I end up a little poor, or if I ever own a real home, or even travel to all the places I’ve read about.. I just really want someone and somewhere that feels like home.