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hey listen
i fell in love awhile back. i strongly recomend it.
my heartbroke awhile back, and though it may have been the worst pain i have ever experienced, it was worthwhile. it was a satisfying pain. it was so real. so real. do you know how satisfying it is to know that you hurt so much because love really does exist? I am glad for it. truly thankful. not bitter.
it is hard to make yourself fall out of love. much herder to try than to let it naturally progress.
there are times when i think, i am really not someone that anyone would want to spend extraordinary amounts of time with. i think this because my tendancy to express exactly what i feel and not withhold any information about myself has at times gotten out of control. i think this because when there is no mystery, i fear people will get bored. they know everything, i hand it too them. and what more can they learn. i think this because i am probably obsessed with myself and want someone else to realize just how fucking cool i am (or i think i am). I met a guy at some party the other day. it was in the backyard, people dancing, playing beer pong and generally hanging around. socializing. leaning against the fence was a boy wearing beige. he had a torquois necklace and ring. because he liked them. i got bored of taling to him because he was so fascinated with himself
i made peace not too long ago with collins. we went to the cliffs where i first unleashed the passions i had for him. we went there and watched imaginery sillohuettes frolicking through the tall reeds, ducking behind trees, and falling in love to the sound of the ocean waves. i spoke about times that were so beautiful just he and i. my words projected shadows. we spoke of anger and hurt. and now and later. and he asked if he could kiss me. and i told him, that it would be like goodbye.
kissing you is like kissing an ashtray
i fell in love awhile back. i strongly recomend it.
my heartbroke awhile back, and though it may have been the worst pain i have ever experienced, it was worthwhile. it was a satisfying pain. it was so real. so real. do you know how satisfying it is to know that you hurt so much because love really does exist? I am glad for it. truly thankful. not bitter.
it is hard to make yourself fall out of love. much herder to try than to let it naturally progress.
there are times when i think, i am really not someone that anyone would want to spend extraordinary amounts of time with. i think this because my tendancy to express exactly what i feel and not withhold any information about myself has at times gotten out of control. i think this because when there is no mystery, i fear people will get bored. they know everything, i hand it too them. and what more can they learn. i think this because i am probably obsessed with myself and want someone else to realize just how fucking cool i am (or i think i am). I met a guy at some party the other day. it was in the backyard, people dancing, playing beer pong and generally hanging around. socializing. leaning against the fence was a boy wearing beige. he had a torquois necklace and ring. because he liked them. i got bored of taling to him because he was so fascinated with himself
i made peace not too long ago with collins. we went to the cliffs where i first unleashed the passions i had for him. we went there and watched imaginery sillohuettes frolicking through the tall reeds, ducking behind trees, and falling in love to the sound of the ocean waves. i spoke about times that were so beautiful just he and i. my words projected shadows. we spoke of anger and hurt. and now and later. and he asked if he could kiss me. and i told him, that it would be like goodbye.
kissing you is like kissing an ashtray