Well I finnaly found a way to describe it, Forgotten Lovers. Thats what we are, not really friends or anything. I mean we are, but I think we are moreso two people who can only go on under the pretense that we forgot we were in love.

Its interesting how our entire 11 months could be replayed in 24 hours. and that was a week ago today.....

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I write a lot of negative shit, I feel like writing about something I enjoy, or love, or feel good about, So ( Read more... )

Well I am Back from Bonnaroo now, four days of sleeping in tents, listening to music, doing drugs and drinking, but not necessarily in that order. I think drugs came first, but I'm not sure. The fact that I don't know is probably a sure sign drugs was first though. Oople. At Bonnaroo I saw, did, or had someone try and sell me ( Read more... )

They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them,
but then an entire life to forget them.

Wow, I wrote that second entry two months ago, and here I am with the same thoughts and ideas in my head every word that I wrote ringing true in my mind with brutal honesty. I have never felt more torn in my life ( Read more... )

I wrote this in march a week after we broke up because I was cheated on ( Read more... )

This is me, this is open because you don't know me, and you will probably never meet me in person so I have nothing to hide. If this journal interests you then read and respond, if you think I'm wrong on something tell me if you agree or sympathize tell me, we don't know each other remember. Be blunt and as open as possible. This is me, now here's ( Read more... )