I came to a few conclusions. This seems to happen a lot these days, overthinking and analyzing moments that should be insignificant, but end up being monumental. Staring at my ceiling has become a recreational sport for me. I’m losing my god damn mind, I’m sure of it. The first thing that I know is that Kennedy and I are different. She’s all books and dance, and I’m all baseball and parties. Something against our control keeps pushing us apart and maybe we are both at fault for this happening. The most important and hardest epiphany is that I just don’t really give a damn. I don’t care about any of the meaningless bullshit because I love her. I know I said it to her just last night and I meant every word when I let them slide out of my mouth, but something clicked last night while I laid on my bed thinking about her. Nothing could keep me away from Kennedy at this point and I’m not afraid to admit it. “Kennedy…” I try again to get the words out but nothing arrives at the tip of my tongue.
