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I'm getting ready to privatize everything before this that isn't already privatized (minus picture entries), so enjoy it all while you can. I want to do the whole fresh start thing with a new livejournal but I'm pretty attached to this one. Plus all my adoring stalkers know it. Ha.
I dedicate this entry to someone who is an amazing man. Who did NOT deserve what I did to him. I will straight up say fuck you for saying that. He knows me better than I will ever know myself. He doesn't put up with my shit, I realized, he just knows that's who I am. His taste in music is flawless. I always get good music when he says "Oh, I've got something you'll really like." He is marvelous right down to his fingertips. It starts in his gorgeous, forgiving blue eyes and ends in the compassion in his lips. I could never truly make up for everything I've put him through while I've been trying to find myself and be sure of my feelings for him. I could start. For the past five or so years. He showed me all of the notes I gave to him in highschool, the ones where there were drawings and sometimes paintings surrounding notes. Half of them were me apologizing for something. I know we've both done things to each other. I am truly thankful for him being in my life and I don't know what I would do if he wasn't ever there. This. Is. It.
2005
2007
Here's looking at you, Derek, my dear.
: )
I dedicate this entry to someone who is an amazing man. Who did NOT deserve what I did to him. I will straight up say fuck you for saying that. He knows me better than I will ever know myself. He doesn't put up with my shit, I realized, he just knows that's who I am. His taste in music is flawless. I always get good music when he says "Oh, I've got something you'll really like." He is marvelous right down to his fingertips. It starts in his gorgeous, forgiving blue eyes and ends in the compassion in his lips. I could never truly make up for everything I've put him through while I've been trying to find myself and be sure of my feelings for him. I could start. For the past five or so years. He showed me all of the notes I gave to him in highschool, the ones where there were drawings and sometimes paintings surrounding notes. Half of them were me apologizing for something. I know we've both done things to each other. I am truly thankful for him being in my life and I don't know what I would do if he wasn't ever there. This. Is. It.
2005
2007
Here's looking at you, Derek, my dear.
: )