If ever I stray.
I am prone to phases of the following:
Sounding like a miserable bastard.
Reblogging pictures of sexy ladies.
Moaning about going to work.
Eating nothing but crap (ie sweets, chocolate, toast at every hour) for weeks on end.

This is my Tumblr. It isn't all that much more interesting than that.

Ever just sit there and think “What if..?”

You never know, they might just be thinking it too.

Or, your own insignificant thoughts will have very little effect or carry any weight in the real world and they’ve probably forgotten all about you. I mean, let’s face it, you’re not exactly a looker, you were lucky to even get close to them in the first place, let alone have any potential romantic energy build up in that friendship, plus you’re kind of a clutz, you know? I mean, come on, not only did they actually spend time with you, but I’m actually more surprised that you didn’t manage to accidentally drown yourself or something in the mean time, you’re actually pretty dumb after all. I dobt they even remember your name, you know? You just have one of those faces I guess, bland and featureless. Like, you’re what a wall would look like if a wall was a person, which they’re not, they’re walls, but you get my point.

But, you never know.