the truth is such a simple lie

[suckitfuckit]

i love my boots. i feel euphoric in them, weightless; like i could kick someone's face in! they are powder purple. and have ugly ass laces..but that can easily be fixed. i wore them today with a plaid mini skirt. thanks so much bridgette, you're the greatest. i have a boy. what ? we sit on rooftops together and marvel at the sky. st.

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[anonymous]

anna. me and this person stared at eachother tonight. and i really felt that this person was someone i was completely satisfied with not ever seeing again. so there we were. sitting. talking. "looking at him looking at me then looking at him, mom. how's washington?" than it ended up just looking at eachother dead on in the eyes. i got uncomfortable. i bash those that can't hold eye contact but then it struck me that i still thought that we were just playing a game. i wasn't caught up in the moment at all. i was caught up in the trivalties... which way my lips were moving and what htat might suggest. how the corners of my eyes drifted up or down or crinkled, suggesting playfullness. a stupid game. there was nothing about this person that intrigued me after consecutive hanging out sessions. but i continued to waste both of our times, knowing it wasn't going anywhere. i'm still bending for them, still leaving my feet flailing. i need help.i need help please. i act and don't feel bad afterwards i'm finally empty and drained distant

metoo

[blind_hope]

Ilurve your boots too anna