I talk too much. I’m surprised I have friends.
Too much work. Too little time.
Sometimes taking hundreds of pictures of your face is okay. You’re not being full of yourself, you’re just enjoying your own face.
I wish I could be a street performer. If it was a feasible life choice, I would just practice trumpet all day long.
It angers me when someone says that a heart-breaker is, well…. heartless. It’s not true. I mean, I’m sure some people break hearts and don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m sure some people do it just for the hell of it, but not all people are like that.
I had to break the heart of the sweetest guy yesterday. I almost couldn’t bring myself to do it because he’s such a wonderful person. But I wasn’t into it. I didn’t want to pursue a relationship and it would have been unfair to him to pursue it just for fun, then leave. So, I had to tell him that it wasn’t going to happen.
Without a doubt, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. It wasn’t simple either. I told him, and while at first he seemed okay, he later became angry. He wanted to know why exactly, this couldn’t work. He wanted to know my plans for every second of the day to explain why we couldn’t hang out.
Eventually, he understood that it wasn’t going to happen.
I feel terrible that I had to break the heart of someone, especially someone I wasn’t even with.
I just wanted to put it out there, that heart-breakers are not always heartless.
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.
It’s so hard to be responsible for breaking someone’s heart. I feel worse, because it’s always my fault something like this happens. I don’t think I can do it, because I’ll feel too bad, and that scares be more than anything.
I Wanna Be Like You - The Jungle Book
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