I follow your escapades on here. I have a strong feeling that it doesn't matter to you, and for most people that would make me want to say fuck it and forget about you, but you are one of the few people I do not want to forget about and reciprocation is unnecessary for me to continue caring. It does make me cautious to respond, because it probably comes across as creepy or stupid, but the simple truth is that I just want to come here one day and read about you being happy. If having the occasional creepy/stupid comment is enough encouragement or connection to anyone else to help you push on, then it's worth it
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Right you are. So depressing was the obvious in statement that I couldn't draw myself to respond till just now. And, to proclaim, you're right, you're right, in the correct mindset. Other people make comments on my magnetism to disaster. I'm not sure what it's about. I feel like it could be a balance though. To get the best you need the worst thown in there somewhere, right? Or maybe there's a whole other way of being alive that I'll just never know, because I'm cursed, or crazy, or a magnet for shit storms and stray bullets. Coming here to read about my happiness may never happen, for I go to Livejournal when I have no one to talk to and am enduring emotions that embarass me. Oh, how embarassing, they see me.... feeling things
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So depressing was the obvious in statement that I couldn't draw myself to respond till just now.
And, to proclaim, you're right, you're right, in the correct mindset.
Other people make comments on my magnetism to disaster. I'm not sure what it's about. I feel like it could be a balance though. To get the best you need the worst thown in there somewhere, right?
Or maybe there's a whole other way of being alive that I'll just never know, because I'm cursed, or crazy, or a magnet for shit storms and stray bullets.
Coming here to read about my happiness may never happen, for I go to Livejournal when I have no one to talk to and am enduring emotions that embarass me.
Oh, how embarassing,
they see me.... feeling things ( ... )
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