I'm full of teenage angst.
[btw. Thanks to all the readers. In two weeks, you guys pushed this over the 3K mark ^_^]
I’ve fallen into a routine and I can’t get up. The only thing positive about a routine is stability. Knowing where you’re going at night. Knowing who you’re waking up to. But what if you fall into a routine founded on instability? I mean, you both just fell into this odd “let’s play house” routine one day and you’re comfortable with it but you’re not sure if the other person is. So every day after is a constant guessing game. You’re not sure if he wants you there but you hesitate to make other plans. You like to go out but you feel obligated to go home. You want to share your plans for this week but it seems to cross your “friend” boundaries. Because these boundaries are what keeps us sane. It gives us an out. A reason to quit.
Sometimes I think maybe it’s someone else. What am I saying? Of course it’s someone else. There’s always been someone else for the both of you. Not having definition for a relationship is hard on both sides. Setting rules for a FWB set up is ridiculous. Creating these boundaries takes it to a whole different platform that goes against everything we stand for. How can you impose rules on your friends? But if you don’t, how much do you respect yourself? Your time? Your personal commitment?
How much can we rely on mutual respect?
I wish we knew to stop.
The thing you love most about us will be the thing you hate most about us.
