Thinking.

"Because everyone else is boring
And you're different."

I'm thinking. And it's late. But not obscenely late. Just the "Everyone is either sleeping or out getting drunk" type of late that I always get stuck in on Friday nights. I always ask people to come to me, rather than going outside. I think that, after all these years of counting down and wishing for something else, I'm slightly afraid of leaving home.

At the end of the Science of Sleep, when she touches his hair, I wanted to cry. There are some scenes in that movie, where he smiles or looks slightly hurt, and it reminds me so much of just.
You know. Just that.

Resemblances. Is all I'm saying. But I'm fine. I'm forgetting.
And sometimes, forgetting is so nice.