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Because I’m always up for wasting time, I let Jana talk me into doing
I think I’m probably absolutely transparent, but on the off-chance that I managed to be at least a little bit cryptic, I’m not gonna give up the answers to these. A girl’s got to keep something to herself, right?
(Also, there are two people who are on here twice. Maybe that’s cheating, but both have more than one journal, so it all works.)
i. Just knowing that you are somewhere out there, laughing and thinking crazy thoughts and just existing, makes me so happy that sometimes, I smile so hard my face hurts just to think of it.
ii. You are so, so beautiful that the only way I can tell you so is here, because I can only be honest if working under anonymity. You are, though-you glow in a way that intimidates and thrills me.
iii. I haven’t spoken with you in weeks, but I think of you every day, how fierce and brilliant you are, and I feel stronger for just having known you.
iv. Please tell me now that we will never become strangers? Because I could never forget the sound of my name in your mouth or the way you squint your eyes when you’re studying something and you think no one’s watching, and I’m not so sure I’d want to live in a world without these things.
v. I can’t think of a single time you haven’t been able to make me smile, somehow. Saturday morning is always just next door, babe-know that.
vi. Remember how we used to bitch about how stupid boys were? You said we needed to find a better option. Sometimes I wonder if you’ve taken your own advice.
vii. The fact that we met at all makes me tempted to believe in all sorts of silly things that you’d no doubt laugh at if I ever mentioned them.
viii. In spite of all I say-or don’t say, really-we had some amazing times, didn’t we? I wouldn’t trade them for anything-even the best experiences leave scars, don’t they?
ix. Has anyone ever told you that you glimmer? If not, then I should, somehow, more often, because sometimes I will catch sudden sight of your glint from hundreds of miles away and I am blinded by it, by the sheer knowledge that you are out there, somewhere.
x. You are so, so much braver than you give yourself credit for. I cry over your words, sometimes, and wonder why no one else has ever told you how incredible you are.
xi. If you could look at yourself and see 1/127th of the brilliance I see, you would be much, much better off. I mean that.
xii. I would do the stars with you, you know-anytime. What are you up to, oh, two weeks from now? <3
xiii. I don’t know who the hell you are or why I friended you in the first place, but looking over your info (none of which looks familiar), you seem like a good kid. I hope you’re doing well.
xiv. When I think of you, it’s always “someday”. I will find a way to say these things, though, if it takes me decades to do so, because you are always, always worth it.
xv. I worry so often over whether I am any good for you, but then I stop and remember the way our voices came together over one last chorus and I just end up feeling infinitely lucky that we can always find each other again.
xvi. No one has ever been able to make me feel instantly better like you can, and I don’t thank you nearly enough for that, really, or for any of the thousand ways you make my world so much brighter without even realizing it.
xvii. You stupid, stupid bitch. If karma didn’t always find a way to kick my ass, I would wish all sorts of awful things for you. As it stands, I’m just waiting to see you get yours.
xviii. I don’t think that I could ever see enough of you, but I’m sure that I’m not anywhere CLOSE right now, from this far away. I hope that you’re well, so well, and that she’s taking good care of you.
xix. You will never actually read this, but I love you, for what it’s worth, even if you do have 387 people to remind you of how fabulous you are. When I’m feeling afraid or intimidated, I remember how you broke it down in front of those thugs and I can’t help but grin madly.
xx. I worry about you in a million ways I could never find the words for. We are, I think, well on our way to becoming strangers, but my childhood is all tangled up in yours and that’s forever, isn’t it?
I think I’m probably absolutely transparent, but on the off-chance that I managed to be at least a little bit cryptic, I’m not gonna give up the answers to these. A girl’s got to keep something to herself, right?
(Also, there are two people who are on here twice. Maybe that’s cheating, but both have more than one journal, so it all works.)
i. Just knowing that you are somewhere out there, laughing and thinking crazy thoughts and just existing, makes me so happy that sometimes, I smile so hard my face hurts just to think of it.
ii. You are so, so beautiful that the only way I can tell you so is here, because I can only be honest if working under anonymity. You are, though-you glow in a way that intimidates and thrills me.
iii. I haven’t spoken with you in weeks, but I think of you every day, how fierce and brilliant you are, and I feel stronger for just having known you.
iv. Please tell me now that we will never become strangers? Because I could never forget the sound of my name in your mouth or the way you squint your eyes when you’re studying something and you think no one’s watching, and I’m not so sure I’d want to live in a world without these things.
v. I can’t think of a single time you haven’t been able to make me smile, somehow. Saturday morning is always just next door, babe-know that.
vi. Remember how we used to bitch about how stupid boys were? You said we needed to find a better option. Sometimes I wonder if you’ve taken your own advice.
vii. The fact that we met at all makes me tempted to believe in all sorts of silly things that you’d no doubt laugh at if I ever mentioned them.
viii. In spite of all I say-or don’t say, really-we had some amazing times, didn’t we? I wouldn’t trade them for anything-even the best experiences leave scars, don’t they?
ix. Has anyone ever told you that you glimmer? If not, then I should, somehow, more often, because sometimes I will catch sudden sight of your glint from hundreds of miles away and I am blinded by it, by the sheer knowledge that you are out there, somewhere.
x. You are so, so much braver than you give yourself credit for. I cry over your words, sometimes, and wonder why no one else has ever told you how incredible you are.
xi. If you could look at yourself and see 1/127th of the brilliance I see, you would be much, much better off. I mean that.
xii. I would do the stars with you, you know-anytime. What are you up to, oh, two weeks from now? <3
xiii. I don’t know who the hell you are or why I friended you in the first place, but looking over your info (none of which looks familiar), you seem like a good kid. I hope you’re doing well.
xiv. When I think of you, it’s always “someday”. I will find a way to say these things, though, if it takes me decades to do so, because you are always, always worth it.
xv. I worry so often over whether I am any good for you, but then I stop and remember the way our voices came together over one last chorus and I just end up feeling infinitely lucky that we can always find each other again.
xvi. No one has ever been able to make me feel instantly better like you can, and I don’t thank you nearly enough for that, really, or for any of the thousand ways you make my world so much brighter without even realizing it.
xvii. You stupid, stupid bitch. If karma didn’t always find a way to kick my ass, I would wish all sorts of awful things for you. As it stands, I’m just waiting to see you get yours.
xviii. I don’t think that I could ever see enough of you, but I’m sure that I’m not anywhere CLOSE right now, from this far away. I hope that you’re well, so well, and that she’s taking good care of you.
xix. You will never actually read this, but I love you, for what it’s worth, even if you do have 387 people to remind you of how fabulous you are. When I’m feeling afraid or intimidated, I remember how you broke it down in front of those thugs and I can’t help but grin madly.
xx. I worry about you in a million ways I could never find the words for. We are, I think, well on our way to becoming strangers, but my childhood is all tangled up in yours and that’s forever, isn’t it?