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I'm not sure if holding onto memories from years ago is good for me anymore. You can't relay on memories. They aren't true they aren't false. They're just there. Pizza. That's all there is to say about it all. Pizza.
I give up. I've come to the conclusion that I'll eventually get too lonely and just accept someone I don't want as my partner in life. The simple fact of the matter is that my girl does not exist. A lovely girl with a heart of gold who takes my sappy over the top stupid shit I say just to see you smile stuff in good nature. Someone who read outside of required reading and would understand when I yell at say fuck faulkner. I'm not saying she has to adore Farewell To Arms, but you know, finding someone who knows who wrote it would be great.
Yeah I know, I got a thing for a gal in a pretty dress, but no that's uncool and old fashion so everyone needs an emo cut and tight jeans with ugg boots and who gives a fuck that it's a 110 degrees outside. Oh well, i'm really just an old fashion guy with a terrible past so meh whatever.
I'm going to put it simply. I just want someone that when I see, I get afraid that I'll never see them again. I want someone who'll let me lay on their lap, and just sit there doing nothing. I want someone I can make smile by simply being me, not my image me.
In other words, I aint always so serious, I'm just rarely happy. Someone who understands that and lets me be. That's the hardest part. But maybe if I found the girl I would never want to lose, then that part would become absolute. Meh life is to complex for this cookie dough.
I give up. I've come to the conclusion that I'll eventually get too lonely and just accept someone I don't want as my partner in life. The simple fact of the matter is that my girl does not exist. A lovely girl with a heart of gold who takes my sappy over the top stupid shit I say just to see you smile stuff in good nature. Someone who read outside of required reading and would understand when I yell at say fuck faulkner. I'm not saying she has to adore Farewell To Arms, but you know, finding someone who knows who wrote it would be great.
Yeah I know, I got a thing for a gal in a pretty dress, but no that's uncool and old fashion so everyone needs an emo cut and tight jeans with ugg boots and who gives a fuck that it's a 110 degrees outside. Oh well, i'm really just an old fashion guy with a terrible past so meh whatever.
I'm going to put it simply. I just want someone that when I see, I get afraid that I'll never see them again. I want someone who'll let me lay on their lap, and just sit there doing nothing. I want someone I can make smile by simply being me, not my image me.
In other words, I aint always so serious, I'm just rarely happy. Someone who understands that and lets me be. That's the hardest part. But maybe if I found the girl I would never want to lose, then that part would become absolute. Meh life is to complex for this cookie dough.