Over and over and over again it happens.
And I'm still wondering why so many people mean more to me than me to them.
Who is willing to take you as you are my friend?
Whither my soul.
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Because Cute, Smart, and Funny don't mean a thing
The above was supposed to be the real title, but trust me the blogskin screwed up on meLiving life to the fullest And I won't say anything at all. To all the lovely bitches like you Get your boots on |
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Lay down, rest your pretty head now - Sunday, October 16, 2011 @ 12:22 PM
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It's Hard To Breathe - Monday, October 3, 2011 @ 10:07 PM
When you're standing on your own.
It's hard to study when you're distracted like that. Sigh. Really Ian, you're pathetic. You can't function without those hers in your life. .....as if reducing them into an insignificant conglomerate is going to make you care less. Go to sleep. You won't learn anything like that. Urgh |
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No one said it would be easy - Saturday, September 24, 2011 @ 8:03 PM
I think I've finally got over her.
Not in that way, but I think I've got used to the fact(yeah its a fact now) that she just sick of me or whatever. Its something that shouldn't have bothered me that much I guess. But honestly I thought we hit off well, I I should get used to it I guess, people just deciding they've had enough of me. I've done it to enough people, but I thought it took a lot more than that for people to just decide things like that. Some part of me still hopes I'm wrong, and she's just being whatever. But that part of me grows softer by the day and I guess its more important to start asking why instead of if. But I guess the reason why I don't want to ask why is cause I really don't know, and I'm scared to know the answer. Get used to it dear. It's just so confusing. So disappointing. She spun me out of that half-depressive loop with her effusive personality and then. That's just it. It's a huge question mark hanging over the whole damn thing. Oh well. |
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Take me to the Riverside - Sunday, September 18, 2011 @ 10:27 PM
I've mentioned before many times how much I hate my school.
The culture and what it does to people. Because of that I've just isolated myself from everyone in that junk ridden heap except a few whom I knew I could count on to be different, to be brave strong good and free. Who I could trust. I was wrong to do that I guess. I shouldn't have trusted them at all. ****************************************************** An exaggeration no doubt, I've just grabbed too tightly to people who didn't need it. And turned my back as the good people drifted away. Sigh.
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Faded Luminescence - Sunday, August 28, 2011 @ 7:43 PM
And its sad to think that after a year we're nothing more than strangers.
What's done's been done. And what's gone is gone. But I'm not blaming you, not at all. I guess, I wish things could've been a little different. Still, I don't regret....and I hope I'll never forget. That's all I have to lose right now. Long live. Labels: lost, nostalgia, open letter |
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My Ponderous Existence - Saturday, August 27, 2011 @ 7:38 PM
Someone today said something about her parents not willing to let go. I said I had the same problem too, but is that really it? I don't know. A lot of me tells me I'm wrong.
I don't know, maybe that's the case for my mother, I'm pretty sure of that I guess. But as for my father....I don't know. I think I should be old enough to be over that I hate my parents phase. And I think I can say that this time, I'm really sure I don't like them, and it isn't for no reason. Its like I stopped feeling a sense of love from my father for a very long time and its just degenerated whatever relationship we used to have, if it even was there at all. Though affection is certainly more than physical expression, I can't remember when was the last time I got a hug from the both of them, and the time has come and passed when I actually wanted them to. Now...its like I'm past caring and I don't want one from them. I don't know, maybe you think its a small thing, but....I really wished someone would come and hug me. Someone I actually cared about. I'm not asking....but I remember asking. It was terrible from me and for that person. It's very weird, perhaps a little sappy and soft to say but I guess there's nowhere else I can say it. I just feel so unloved at times. Oh but for a little reprieve. |
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