In My Mind, There Is Chaos

Mori

'm the kind of guy who gives up easily. I give up because I get bored easily and quickly because I felt so ridiculous that it seems overly insist that if given the pathetic.

Remember, in the ninth, when you said you like the chick from another class? That chick that went home with the Metro station after she came down and you talk of your favorite bands. I wish I could be me instead of alleys and girls want to hold your hand through the park with me when lengthwise classes. But I told you not to give up that easily.

Remember when you told me that there will never forgive me, because I got no defense when you fight with that girl? I was sorry and did not want to lose my best friend, but I thought can not make you change your mind and I quit without ever asking me to apologize.

Remember when, in the doispea, you told me you do not see how we can remain friends after school, because we know too little time and you already have enough friends? I have to explain that no matter how long we know, and I like that you're clever and that I could talk to you endlessly about philosophy of life without me bored, but I've accepted that you have enough friends. To give up that easily.

Remember when you did not have time to go out every day and then every week, and then every month for employee and you no longer have energy for nothing? I could tell you that that's the way sure to alienate both and I'll regret this at some point, but I am passive and silent in his mouth dropped.

Or when you got the job offer abroad that they could not refuse and we broke up after six months that we had found no fault? I could go with you or I could not wait to go back, but guess what, I quit.

easily renounce anything that I do not want to fight with the windmills, or for anything until now was not worth the effort. But I reached a point where connections with the world around me are so superficial and so thin that the few things we know, the few links already seated - not to abandon them again. No matter how many windmills would I try to govern the way in another direction.