February 2010
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January 2010
Why
is it so hard for me to feel anything real for anyone else?
“A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe,...”
– Marilyn Monroe.
It's a plague,
this constant weight, it haunts my thoughts when you’re away. And would it be safe for one to say, I made your heart smile at the end of the day?
Being single is confusing.
I was never good with making decisions. Never good at weighing my options.
It seems like no matter what I do, I end up leading someone on. I just don’t want to die alone.
Bars are bad.
They really fuck with your memory. I just looked at the posts I did yesterday. Huh? Don’t remember that shit. And what’s sad is that I took them Wednesday night. Someone slap me on the wrist.
You did it to yourself,
now you’re all by yourself. Acting like you hate me, I left because you made me.
You played me to the left, Now there’s nobody left.
You get mad
when I don’t give you answer the you want. You walk away, you ignore me. You could cut the tension with a knife. I bring up the fact that you have a girlfriend, and suddenly everything goes back to normal.
“Oh, just ignore that.”
My old Piczo. :( →
It all seems so far away.
No school for me.
I haven’t been through an entire week since before Christmas break. There is nothing for me at that hell hole. I know I’ll regret it at the end of the year when I have to take exams, but I’ll survive.
My anatomy paper is about 75% complete, and 95% plagiarized. My ex boyfriend is the biggest asshole on earth. I just want to go far, far away.
Keep pushing your luck,
and you will end up in prison.
That would be unfortunate, because I enjoy you.
He has a girlfriend.
I didn’t knowwwww.
He should have told me. Why do all boys have to be lame?
Now I feel horrible.
One of the many things that make me better than the Anteater: I have a fucking conscience.
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you...”
– Ernest Hemingway.
He fucking cheated.
jackssmirkingrevenge:
WHAT A FUCKING SUPRISE.
Boys are gay.
You know,
my heart is still broken.
Last night I partied with some old people. Took a charge from a woman in her mid-fifties. I don’t want to come that close to an old woman’s lips ever again. There was also a gay couple. Frank and Steve.
I can honestly say that it was one of the strangest nights of my life. I don’t want to get old, dammit.
“That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s...”
– The Catcher in the Rye.
Well.
I went to the gynecologist today. The entire time, he was rambling about milkshakes. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry. What kind do I like best? It’s kind of hard to focus when you have foreign objects and an old man’s hand in your vagina, sorry. Afterward, he went on to ask me if I’m anorexic. Second doctor in a month to question my oh-so-mysterious weight loss. You know what?...
I still
love our talks. When we forget to hurt each other. I wish I could forgive you, but then, would I be able to forgive myself?
Happy would-be Anniversary.
Two years.
I’ll be okay.
“There are worse things than
being alone,
but it often takes decades
to...”
– Charles Bukowski.
