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i think that i come back to this little corner of my soul only when things get complicated.
its good that i am aware of this - and if you trace my entries you will see that i only ever come here when there are certain triggers. i've not had one in a while - for at least a year i guess. but life works in mysterious ways.
yes, you're a song in my heart as well. i hope that status was about me, and that we are thinking of the same song. but i have my doubts. because whenever i feel this way, things never, ever, ever turn out well.
i dont know whether to be happy or sad that there was such a connection. for the record, i couldnt care less about the circumstances under which we met.
its starting to spiral all out of control again. i get hung up on your every update. i start acting all wierdly. i dont know whether to speak or to stay silent. i become awkward. my very fertile imagination starts to run wild. and then it all goes crazy.
the last time this happened - i actually spoke up. said that i am not going to do this anymore. and i slowly weaned my way out of it. it seems to get easier each time. but to be honest, i'm really too old for all of this and my heart cannot take it anymore. every time it happens, i lose a little of myself. to the void.
we'll be shadows in the moonlight.
its good that i am aware of this - and if you trace my entries you will see that i only ever come here when there are certain triggers. i've not had one in a while - for at least a year i guess. but life works in mysterious ways.
yes, you're a song in my heart as well. i hope that status was about me, and that we are thinking of the same song. but i have my doubts. because whenever i feel this way, things never, ever, ever turn out well.
i dont know whether to be happy or sad that there was such a connection. for the record, i couldnt care less about the circumstances under which we met.
its starting to spiral all out of control again. i get hung up on your every update. i start acting all wierdly. i dont know whether to speak or to stay silent. i become awkward. my very fertile imagination starts to run wild. and then it all goes crazy.
the last time this happened - i actually spoke up. said that i am not going to do this anymore. and i slowly weaned my way out of it. it seems to get easier each time. but to be honest, i'm really too old for all of this and my heart cannot take it anymore. every time it happens, i lose a little of myself. to the void.
we'll be shadows in the moonlight.