Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
The centre of things, the core of the apple, in other words, the middle. There are some situations in which being in the middle might be beneficial; for instance, the middle of the attendance list, I was always one of those kids. Or what about being average height? Not too small and not too tall, that’s good right? But what about the circumstances in which being in the centre is a curse more than a blessing? For instance, being the in the centre of the World war, being in the middle of a tug of war battle, or even having just an average GPA in your graduating class? Not so nice now is it. This is probably one of those latter situations in which I feel very stuck, in the middle. Maybe it’s the hormones in me since Asmara, but I’m so tired of this. Humans are funny because they always like to ignore the bad habits, especially in relationships. But when an outside party ‘spoils’ another persons bad habit, the illusion is usually broken. I always knew what I was getting myself into. I alwa...