how should i put it, erm.
sometimes i do think, bro has to be more ..
down to earth or something like that. right.
texting me cheerful "are you okey?"
when i was managing a jump on the fifth floor
is not something, going into the frames of yes.
or yes, that is usual for so-called human being.
i can not blame him for what he is. i would not.
i know perfectly which roles he would not take.
that is why respectively i have a free pass to
create as many connections as i feel needed
to fullfill the places where the care is needed.
a very specific, advice oriented care.
but we had an agreement, i say nothing.
but at times, i just get amazed of this all.
over and over again. he is so outrageous.
i adore
xxx
...
talking about my adorble sub-connections,
again and again i come to the point where
it is nice and easy to work with the ones,
who already gained some life experience.
Katsu is 26, he knows how to play responsible.
or at least the fact that being in a relation with
me, close to the beautiful world 付き合う, it hm
requires some positions where you have to feel.
responsible. needed. saving. giving me advices
and support when i am alone in the middle of nowhere.
i am not a fan of being small and needy every day.
but i would love my text to be returned asap early.
or at least given some moral support of my sadness.
in the very end the meaning of all the relationships
in this world is that your are being felt back somehow.
well, that is it. and that is nice. that is what it is for.
no matter how i love that person, he lacks ages.
i can only imagine his potential in four-five years.
but again, i already used to say it - i would love to.
i would love to be with you five years later on. yes.
i am so much delicate to the age.
or being more precise, to the gap in it.
i am already 21. how can i work with people,
who are less than 25. it is just so impossible.
and 27 is just perfect. we are all in one tune.)
but i am so much envious.
their faces do not change from the age 18.
how i possibly could compete with this?my leg stopped bleeding, yay.