you're on the other side of the world to me
'we move too fast', you once said, 'if we would stand very still for a moment, we might even even feel the world moving beneath us.'
and here i am now, staring out at the morning sun, blinded by the light yet i refused to look away. increasingly, i feel like i'm becoming that type of people who are being haunted by their past relationships. you know, those people who had this one great relationship, then they broke up, but they always bring their ex into the conversation. am i just obsessed with you, or just the fact that i had a pathetic relationship?
for a long time after you left, i tried to drown you with whiskey and tequila, but of course, that just made me miss you more. i imagine you seeing me in all of my drunken glamourness and i wonder if you would care for me like i cared for you.
yes, we move too fast. but i guess that the only reason why we do that is to keep our past from catching up with us.
i downed another shot of tequila. and i'm not sure what it was, but i could swore that i felt the world moving a little.
just a little.
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i enjoy turning my rants into parts of a story. but the trouble is, im having difficulty keeping track of the storyline. but i like how i turn the main character from a strong individual into a weak pining alcoholic. im not sure how it sounded, but it's supposed to be a tragic lesbian love story.
and here i am now, staring out at the morning sun, blinded by the light yet i refused to look away. increasingly, i feel like i'm becoming that type of people who are being haunted by their past relationships. you know, those people who had this one great relationship, then they broke up, but they always bring their ex into the conversation. am i just obsessed with you, or just the fact that i had a pathetic relationship?
for a long time after you left, i tried to drown you with whiskey and tequila, but of course, that just made me miss you more. i imagine you seeing me in all of my drunken glamourness and i wonder if you would care for me like i cared for you.
yes, we move too fast. but i guess that the only reason why we do that is to keep our past from catching up with us.
i downed another shot of tequila. and i'm not sure what it was, but i could swore that i felt the world moving a little.
just a little.
http://boyundone.livejournal.com/109657.html
http://boyundone.livejournal.com/72385.html
http://boyundone.livejournal.com/109502.html
http://boyundone.livejournal.com/102372.html
http://boyundone.livejournal.com/88769.html
i enjoy turning my rants into parts of a story. but the trouble is, im having difficulty keeping track of the storyline. but i like how i turn the main character from a strong individual into a weak pining alcoholic. im not sure how it sounded, but it's supposed to be a tragic lesbian love story.