Don't ask me what this is about.

Jan 04, 2007 17:55

It's difficult for me to come to terms with what I've been missing for the past few months. Times spent alone is bad for me, I think. If I'm not sleeping or wasting time talking to people I've never met, I'm thinking about the ones who don't even exist. It's like I'm holding conversations and crying with shadows, tucked tightly under the covers ( Read more... )

blah blah blah, boring, whine

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jentizzle January 5 2007, 03:19:40 UTC
Okay, it's a deal (re: post title). But I would venture to comment as one of those freakish extra-terrestrials who're coming up on 22 having had no romantic affairs to speak of, this particular description of the aftermath of a relationship confirms all of my fears. Facing up to "the reality of his rejection" ?? Between love and a kick in the stomach, I'll take the pain I have some idea of how to soothe.

...well, if I had the choice, anyway.

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paleseptember81 January 5 2007, 03:52:27 UTC
i really really related to this.

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estonianpunkcat January 5 2007, 06:49:30 UTC
Optimism has its ugly side; people just don't bother reading past the smile.

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