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ssssoooooo...
We went to area for 80s night tonight. We being Me, lisa, and nicole.
it was kinda fun.
i dont want to bother with correct capitalization.
i miss luis so much. it sucks. because... its the kind of miss where i want him to come back, and i want him to make fun of me again, and i want him to hold me some more.
its not the kind of miss where im just super lonely, and want someone, anyone, to be in my presence.
im picky about my guys.
he's really the only one i "meshed" well with.
too bad we could never give it a fair shot.
so. im sorry for making you want to leave so bad.
im sorry for saying some things maybe i shouldnt have. but its hard to pretend like everything is a ok when i know the end is coming up fast...
i thought i was doing ok, but then i realized that i was just putting on a good face. in all actuality, im doing horribly. its been fun.
but when i think about what we could have had, or when i think about times we had while he was here, i just get all physically sick and it feels like someone shot me in the stomach with an ak47 and then chopped my heart out with a cleaver.
i could give him all the chances in the world. and he still would never come back home. to me.
We went to area for 80s night tonight. We being Me, lisa, and nicole.
it was kinda fun.
i dont want to bother with correct capitalization.
i miss luis so much. it sucks. because... its the kind of miss where i want him to come back, and i want him to make fun of me again, and i want him to hold me some more.
its not the kind of miss where im just super lonely, and want someone, anyone, to be in my presence.
im picky about my guys.
he's really the only one i "meshed" well with.
too bad we could never give it a fair shot.
so. im sorry for making you want to leave so bad.
im sorry for saying some things maybe i shouldnt have. but its hard to pretend like everything is a ok when i know the end is coming up fast...
i thought i was doing ok, but then i realized that i was just putting on a good face. in all actuality, im doing horribly. its been fun.
but when i think about what we could have had, or when i think about times we had while he was here, i just get all physically sick and it feels like someone shot me in the stomach with an ak47 and then chopped my heart out with a cleaver.
i could give him all the chances in the world. and he still would never come back home. to me.