"Is there anything I can do to make you happy ( Read more... )

It really doesn't matter how either of you feel, does it? The way you've acted shows that THIS is how you choose to make ME feel. I understand, but that doesn't mean I don't get to let myself move on. "Understanding" doesn't mean I give your motivations more weight than my own feelings. No one is going to care about my feelings but myself. It's not ( Read more... )

Other A, I just remembered, far from disagreeing with me, is actually admiring--she told me I was her "model for vulnerability". What a nice way to put it. I call it by its proper name, a "willingness to make stupid decisions". Right now, I'm in one of my pragmatic moods, I don't really feel anything except pissed at how much time I've wasted, and ( Read more... )

That seems to be the unifying theme of all my posts. "How embarrassing can Kim get?" Yep. Yep ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm reverting to being the person Gino first met (sya specifically because he noticeably received the brunt of it, haha): angry, terse, unwilling to socialize. I've just been so sick of people lately. I don't know if it's going to last, but I've really been hating everyone for some reason. Not just people who have slighted me. I've ( Read more... )

I stare at the tiny icon with your face and say good night. Good morning. Hello, how are you? I miss you. I want to get to know you. You're gorgeous. I want to sit beside you, just sit beside you, maybe put my arms around you. Maybe I could be in that picture. It would be us, making faces, or looking thoughtful, or, heaven forbid, actually smiling ( Read more... )

You didn't ask, but I felt the question in the air--"Why did you kiss me?"

Because I wanted to feel you that way. I wanted to feel you breathe like you wanted me.

To be honest, I didn't feel like you did. So I let it go.

I'm tired. So tired. This is so pointless. I know I don't love to be loved back--but I just wanted to let you know I loved you. And I couldn't say anything. It feels like poison running through my veins.

No one is as gorgeous as you. Never. No one could ever.

and I remember trying to remind myself to write about this in the morning ( Read more... )