fuck.

He decided that he didn't want me any more. But that's not why I feel sad. At least, that's not why I should feel sad, but I do ( Read more... )

fuck that shit.
fuck it.
i deserve better.
i dont regret making other plans for tomorrow night. the asshole is not worth my time.

When do you say the L-Word? When do you know that it's love ( Read more... )

I'd like someone to love. Someone I can call if my day is going shitty; someone who can tell me I look gorgeous and I will know that he's not just bullshitting his life away to get into my pants. I would like to feel those butterflies... again. Cause, boy, do I miss them, those butterflies.

...And it's like.... so what? Sixty years from now, I doubt anyone will care about my opinion. I really doubt, that's all.

I'm sick and tired of always feeling sick and tired.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

The stay at the venetian is like 550/weekend, including air fare, hotel accomodations, and rental car. I just don't know what to do there once I actually make the trip. I'm gonna go soon. I so need to go.

I still got it.

But do I really want this or am I still searching for something else?

I wanna make a move so bad...

I just don't know how. so I won't.

Hello, 2008.

When I fell into his eyes, I realized that he was a significant if temporary presence in my life. The future distance between us… the inevitability of it all is pushed to the back of my mind, giving way to my perception of the depth of feeling for him ( Read more... )