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when you're young, what the fuck do you expect?
Got a call from an "Unknown" today. I didn't answer, no voicemail. Probably nothing but my heart still stopped beating for a second. Dammit, Korbin, I'd like to go one day without thinking about you. Is that okay with you ( Read more... ) -
the scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I stopped trying. I think I'm happier... or maybe apathy is just a step up from depression.
Work = still phenomenal. Devoting all my efforts on excelling at one thing are working.
I don't know how not to be melodramatic when I write now. Everything else in my life seems so mundane, writing feels like an outlet to express all this emotion I have. ( Read more... ) -
look into your heart, pretty baby, is it aching with some nameless need?
Finally got a response from Timmy, who semi-politely told me that sometimes he just wants to be left the hell alone. Duly noted. Sorry for worrying about my family. And, it's not so much that I needed a daily conversation, it was that it had been TWO MONTHS since we'd spoken and I'd been trying to contact him with no response. I get that you're ( Read more... ) -
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Feeling much like a pendulum, trying to decide if it's better to keep searching or just let things happen in their own time. To contribute or trust in fate. Both options sound silly half the time, and the other half of the time I think, "What else could I do?"
Anyway, he's boring and it's just not happening for me like it did before.
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After two months, it would be nice to go one fucking day without thinking about you. Because after everything, I don't even think I'm ready to let myself try again.
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The good news about today is that I was thinking it was only Tuesday, when in fact, it's Wednesday. I don't know why I've been dragging so badly at work lately. I've been pulling a "Jonathan" and pawning off customers who come in on him. At first it was slightly justified because he was lazy and deserved to have the bullshit work sent to him. But ( Read more... ) -
i don't really care if you love me, if you hate me, you can't save me baby.
And if you want to lose me, the easiest way is to try and change me.
I know who I am.
I love who I am.
I'm settled into this life and I wouldn't have it any other way.
So you can look for the good, look for the similarities, look for the little moments...
Or you can look elsewhere.
Because... I'm happy with me. -
fly away on my zephyr...
I guess life felt like giving me a good punch today. It all started last night when Dee was like, "Hey, I've got this ready made LIT set, you wanna drink?" The answer to that is almost always yes. I woke up this morning and felt fine, but as the day progressed I got one of those ninja hangovers that sneaks up on you out of nowhere and completely ( Read more... ) -
how appropriate.
"The fact is, I had become addicted to David (in my defense, he had fostered this, being something of a "man-fatale"), and now that his attention was wavering, I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady ( Read more... ) -
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Papa, I sure could use your wisdom right now. I miss you so much.