[it's as if she says shit so I don't have to]
I love you beautifiers and I hope you don't mind that I quote you right now.
I have a feeling it'll help some of the people who read this on their FList.
Liek woah.
You repeat these words as if repetition will make them dig deeper, become rounder, solid, believable, true. They aren't. They won't.
I hate that I can't call you out on this. I can't tell you how little I think of you, how I hate the me that wasted her time on you.
You don't even have the wherewithal to realize how miserable you are, so how could I ever expect you to grasp something like that?
I wish you only this, in the end: may you be given the proper portion of happiness a person like you deserves.
You are the cruelest, classiest, and translation-talentedest (tied with uranus_sama in my head) woman I've ever encountered. Your words are incredible to me and you wield them in a way to which I can only aspire.
This has to do with that "same forest, different path" thing I was talking about yesterday... And the funniest thing about this post is that the person who deserves to read this most a) wouldn't readily be guessed and b) probably has no idea I have a journal online. But if both a and b occurred, they probably wouldn't know it had anything to do with them at all. :}
I have a feeling it'll help some of the people who read this on their FList.
Liek woah.
You repeat these words as if repetition will make them dig deeper, become rounder, solid, believable, true. They aren't. They won't.
I hate that I can't call you out on this. I can't tell you how little I think of you, how I hate the me that wasted her time on you.
You don't even have the wherewithal to realize how miserable you are, so how could I ever expect you to grasp something like that?
I wish you only this, in the end: may you be given the proper portion of happiness a person like you deserves.
You are the cruelest, classiest, and translation-talentedest (tied with uranus_sama in my head) woman I've ever encountered. Your words are incredible to me and you wield them in a way to which I can only aspire.
This has to do with that "same forest, different path" thing I was talking about yesterday... And the funniest thing about this post is that the person who deserves to read this most a) wouldn't readily be guessed and b) probably has no idea I have a journal online. But if both a and b occurred, they probably wouldn't know it had anything to do with them at all. :}