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Cont'd
There should be more to this, but I can't decide if I want to rant or forget, if I want to rage, or accept. And I don't know, can't tell if it even makes any difference in the end. So I'm caught caring, but not caring, thinking, but not thinking, wanting...
Emo LJ strikes again. Well played, LJ, well played. You bastard. -
And...
You're going away soon, and talking (and probably thinking and doing) things that we talked about doing. I can't hate you for what you've done, I can't do anything but be sad that its come to this point. But I don't know what to do when the person I wanted to share my adventures with is going off on adventures without me. Is it inappropriate to say ( Read more... ) -
Avoidance
Why livejournal, I have managed to avoid your temptations for the last 18 months. Why you ask? Because I was happy, of course! I don't know what I want to write here, so I'm just going to sad-ramble ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I want to write. But the words don't come, I can't hear my own voice in there. Maybe I've left for a while, I wonder if I'll be back later?
Is it ironic if I complain about the americanisation of fashion in Australia while wearing an A&F tshirt? And listening to Brand New...
On my way to look at an apartment in the city, need to put out some hard ( Read more... ) -
Dang
Apparently this sucked a whole lot more than I knew last time I wrote here. You're going on a "date". What part of me is so pathetic that I don't throw you bodily out of my life? I can't write this entry now, I hurt too much. No idea where anything goes.
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Helpless
I hate knowing how you feel and not being able to be what I want to be for you. I can't work out how to make this work, but I'm willing to do anything for it. Just as long as it's not all energy and no motion. This sucks.
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So...
Trying something new today. I'm going to write an actual, factual post. I will refrain from emoting excessively, I will refrain from using my own thoughts. I'm just going to document things. Starting now ( Read more... ) -
I'm so scared
of love. So scared that I can't decide if I give to everyone that comes close enough or never give it to anyone ever again. But I don't want to give and give until i'm empty again, and i don't want to never feel the joy of giving. I'm so confused and scared of what my life is that I don't do anything. If i was more self destructive, maybe i'd drink ( Read more... ) -
Slowly slowly...
Putting the pieces back together, but I can't see what the whole is supposed to be. Like in the movies when they use stickytape to rebuild that prized vase of mothers that was knocked over during the wild chase/sex/fight scene. Except I'm not sure I'm supposed to be building a vase, the pieces are a different shape to what makes sense and my ( Read more... )
