I know it's been awhile.
I haven't had much to say, really.
I got a B on my senior thesis thingy. Yay.
Got my heart broken into a million pieces on Thanksgiving, which is my main reason for not posting.
He still wants to be friends, and anything I would say would ruin that.
But I'm trying.
It's just not easy to switch it on and off.
I wish he wouldn't read this. He will anyway.
He never listened very well.
"Maybe sometime in the future...".
Right.
And I know there are other guys. They all try to take me out.
I don't want them. I've tried.
None of them know how many olives I like on my Subway sandwiches.
Or which side of the bed I sleep on.
Or think its funny that I'm clumsy and kiss my owies.
I wish he'd stop reading this now. Again, with the not listening.
70/30 We work it out. Someday. Before I die. Maybe.
Like a horse race.
I'd rather play poker. Better odds.
I've been sick. The Prednisone isn't helping my emotional state.
I think I stole Seriously's writing style.
He does it better.
I'll give it back to him when I'm done using it.
It's not stealing if I give it back. I'm borrowing
I think I borrowed Seriously's writing style.
Not even borrowed. Butchered.
If there's another girl she's lucky.
Stupid other girls being luckier than me.
Stupid being illegal to run them over with the car.
More than once.
Makes it hard to look like an accident.
Lucky girl won't ever squeak as good as me.
My yawn will still be the cutest.
I'm super far behind in my classes now.
Can't focus.
It'll pass.
All of it will pass.
Still waiting for it assholes.
Anytime now would be great.
5 comments:
Reading your words makes me sad. Curse my learning to read!
I would do a magical happiness dance for you, but you wouldn't see it... since you aren't like, where I am and stuff. Oh well. Probably for the best. I'd probably do the dance wrong and make it rain or something anyway.
Less sad times, thank you please!
It's not stealing if I still have it.
I think a sad thing happened, and that you should be sad as long as you need to be.
You're young and there's still life to be lived and plenty of guys to confound.
Probably that doesn't help.
Probably nothing I could type would, I'm sorry.
All I got out of that was that your single again.
So...you're saying I've got a chance?
There are times, late at night when we lay in our all too empty beds listening to the lonely sound of our own breathing, when sadness is all we have left.
Like the tide on the beach, it will pass. It will sweep away all the debris of our former lives and leave us with a clean shore to lay claim to.
Find a little thing that gives you comfort, hold on to it tightly, and cry if it helps. No one would think any less, as we have all been broken inside. Take comfort in that which is soft, fuzzy, and only has value in our heart and mind.
Be warm, it is hard to heal when we are cold.
Of course, it also helps to remember that if there is another woman, you could kick her ass.
Well beautiful I just wanted to say hi since you said I dont post comments :)
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