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I've just spent the last 112 hours with the same person. Why am I not bored?
Thanksgiving didn't feel like thanksgiving. The food wasn't even that good, which was dissapointing. I didn't even finish one plate. Where are the five pounds I should have gained? I'm glad I was able to see alia a lot. I really want to be closer to her than I am. There are so many taboo subjects for her and there shouldn't be. I think bringing Joe home helped. It made it easier to bring up subjects like god and boobies and made it funnier to try to get her to talk about them.
Uggghhhghgfhjdsgfryhdsmn. My dad bought a god damned trailer in the middle of Canaveral Groves. GOD. Why doesn't he just grow back the mullet and adopt a pit bull from the pound. I guess I have to be happy for him since now he won't be living with his parents anymore.
hmmmm how do I feel? I'm feeling the anticipatory pangs of dependency. It has been a good two years though. Maybe its time to stop being a wuss and take a chance. I woke up at 5 last night to one of those dreams that feel real. The ones that stay with you long after you reach conciousness. This one was upsetting to the max. It revealed some insecurities that I didn't know I had. I think these two years have been a building of trust within myself. People who say they know themselves and what they want are doomed. What I want changes with every passing moment. I want to enjoy myself, life and everything it throws my way. Its just a dream. I like him. Intentions: Purer. Anxious.
Thanksgiving didn't feel like thanksgiving. The food wasn't even that good, which was dissapointing. I didn't even finish one plate. Where are the five pounds I should have gained? I'm glad I was able to see alia a lot. I really want to be closer to her than I am. There are so many taboo subjects for her and there shouldn't be. I think bringing Joe home helped. It made it easier to bring up subjects like god and boobies and made it funnier to try to get her to talk about them.
Uggghhhghgfhjdsgfryhdsmn. My dad bought a god damned trailer in the middle of Canaveral Groves. GOD. Why doesn't he just grow back the mullet and adopt a pit bull from the pound. I guess I have to be happy for him since now he won't be living with his parents anymore.
hmmmm how do I feel? I'm feeling the anticipatory pangs of dependency. It has been a good two years though. Maybe its time to stop being a wuss and take a chance. I woke up at 5 last night to one of those dreams that feel real. The ones that stay with you long after you reach conciousness. This one was upsetting to the max. It revealed some insecurities that I didn't know I had. I think these two years have been a building of trust within myself. People who say they know themselves and what they want are doomed. What I want changes with every passing moment. I want to enjoy myself, life and everything it throws my way. Its just a dream. I like him. Intentions: Purer. Anxious.