m e m o r y | lala
Oct 10, 2017 11:05:07 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Oct 10, 2017 11:05:07 GMT -5
We’re all so goddamn normal.
I’ve heard stories about everyone and everything and I’ve heard stories about everywhere; it all seems like it amounts to so much more than what we have here. If we’re lucky, we’ll have a horseshoe but if they’re lucky, they’ll win big on machines and rake it thousands of gold pieces and call it a day before the sun has even had a chance to rise. Sometimes I think that this world is a world of opposites. For every person in the Capitol who has the time of their life repeatedly, there is someone who struggles to wake up and can’t even find a gold piece down the back of their sofa. And then there are people like us – the runaways, the escapees, the people who don’t have nothing but are far from having everything. The inbetweeners, the middle men and women who work and work harder to live and continue living.
It’s the norm for us. I guess that for everyone else, those in the Capitol raking in millions – it’s just normal for them too. Funny how we’re all so different yet the same. Circumstances does that, I’m convinced, because if my circumstances were different and I grew up in a home where the foundations weren’t taking every chance they could to crumble, I’d like to think I’d be living the tasteful life of the rich and famous. Absorbing the fame, rolling in the fortune and not giving two shits about anyone other than myself.
...Even if that was the case, I think I’d quickly realise how important it is to care about others. Care is what makes the world go round. Love too – although, you can only really have so much love before it runs dry. Obviously right now, my love is occupied by one person and one person only: Hendrix.
I don’t want this diary to become updates on my love life but we kissed last week. We both agreed that we’d take things slow but hey, you can’t catch your heart when it desperately wants to fall into someone else’s chest. I’ve been kissed before but it wasn’t like this. It meant something, like a stamp of approval or something.
Odd how two normal people can be so extraordinarily perfect together. Me and him, him and me, yeah, we’re extraordinary.