Something more is lessening
Yeah, I dunno.
You were forewarned.
But...well, hell...as far as I can tell (because I've watched enough evening sitcoms to ...FUCK... recognize this...I am the "clueless" female)...GAD DAMN.
yeah
Line of thought thrown off, by that reflection.
///
>month and some later>
Yeah, so. Fuck this shit
I broke up with him today.
After having felt like a god-damned traitor to mysellf for a good month and a half. 'Cause..yeah..that was "healthy."
Should not have damned well dome what the fuck I did, just prior, as to force myself to make the god damned move.
God fucking damnit.
Yeah, so...been crushing hard on this dude that's all ...fuck... a quite adequate mental match. And he's cute, too. And all this other shit, which I am not fucking deconstructing, because that would just add god-damned fucking gasoline to the fire. Napalm, really. Gasoline burns off much damned faster.
Fuck.
But, yeah. So, I didn't damned well need to indulge in dancing. Didn't fucking need to. Fuck no. Not WITH the crush. I was fucking damned well enjoying myself, dancing alone. But...fuck.
I really fucking like him.
Somebody.
Please.
Contact me.
Let me know the where and when.
But.
Shoot me/
I can't deal with this such shit anymore.
I don't want a god-damned crush.
I don't want a fucking fixation on a(n) (awesome fuckin) guy.
I just want to damned well let it all be, and feel -nothing- again, for a while.
Please.
God/
I don't want to deal with this again.
I really don't.
Please.
Not even a little bit.
But it's too fucking late.
And there's nothing I can do but survive it.
As bereft a concept as that is, in this midst of such deep(//.fuck.
God damn.
Shit.
Why)
emotion
You were forewarned.
But...well, hell...as far as I can tell (because I've watched enough evening sitcoms to ...FUCK... recognize this...I am the "clueless" female)...GAD DAMN.
yeah
Line of thought thrown off, by that reflection.
///
>month and some later>
Yeah, so. Fuck this shit
I broke up with him today.
After having felt like a god-damned traitor to mysellf for a good month and a half. 'Cause..yeah..that was "healthy."
Should not have damned well dome what the fuck I did, just prior, as to force myself to make the god damned move.
God fucking damnit.
Yeah, so...been crushing hard on this dude that's all ...fuck... a quite adequate mental match. And he's cute, too. And all this other shit, which I am not fucking deconstructing, because that would just add god-damned fucking gasoline to the fire. Napalm, really. Gasoline burns off much damned faster.
Fuck.
But, yeah. So, I didn't damned well need to indulge in dancing. Didn't fucking need to. Fuck no. Not WITH the crush. I was fucking damned well enjoying myself, dancing alone. But...fuck.
I really fucking like him.
Somebody.
Please.
Contact me.
Let me know the where and when.
But.
Shoot me/
I can't deal with this such shit anymore.
I don't want a god-damned crush.
I don't want a fucking fixation on a(n) (awesome fuckin) guy.
I just want to damned well let it all be, and feel -nothing- again, for a while.
Please.
God/
I don't want to deal with this again.
I really don't.
Please.
Not even a little bit.
But it's too fucking late.
And there's nothing I can do but survive it.
As bereft a concept as that is, in this midst of such deep(//.fuck.
God damn.
Shit.
Why)
emotion