Of course I was ok on the phone a minute ago..
So me and ghi are going through a lot stuff in our relationship. I was going to write about it a while ago, but now I feel like maybe airing everything on the internet isn't the greatest idea. Most of my friends have already talked with me about things in real life anyway (which has been extremely appreciated) so it probably isn't necessary to blab a ton on here.
That aside, I wish to god I could talk to the men that desire and pursue her. Not to be threatening, but to help them understand who I really am. Whats MOST frustrating is that I COULD talk to them, I know who most of them are at any given time as they all exist on the internet. Instead I generally have to sit around and watch the e-flirting happen around me.
In my head I'm the frat boy that wants to crack the skull of anyone that talks to his girlfriend. In real life I'm trying to quietly respect her and be the best boyfriend I can.
It seriously kills..
Moving on, I have to remind myself that later this summer, if all goes right, I'm going to fly to europe and destroy everything in my path. If there was ever a band to let out steam with, Backstabbers is the band.
Evidence:
-I Dont Care how Many times You've Seen Fight Club, You Are Not Tyler Durden
-File Under Hostility
-Suicide Song for the Small Town... Upon Completing Your Application...
Fucking nowhere. That's where this gets you. And if you don't believe me child then go and test it. Go and fucking try it. And once you're back at home, make sure you give me that call. I want to hear how many times you scream, "Farewell inspiration. Goodnight fucking life's blood." We all don't have that small screen luck where our problems are solved in a half an hour. We can't be this forever. Fuck you we can't. And in our travels, as we walk past these trendfuck's sidewalks, it all boils down to the shit we claimed to hate. So now its all open arms and puckered lips. Another situation drama as this record fucking skips. We're moving fast. We're going nowhere.
p.s. I understand and unhappily accept the inherent melodrama that live journal lends to emotional entries.
That aside, I wish to god I could talk to the men that desire and pursue her. Not to be threatening, but to help them understand who I really am. Whats MOST frustrating is that I COULD talk to them, I know who most of them are at any given time as they all exist on the internet. Instead I generally have to sit around and watch the e-flirting happen around me.
In my head I'm the frat boy that wants to crack the skull of anyone that talks to his girlfriend. In real life I'm trying to quietly respect her and be the best boyfriend I can.
It seriously kills..
Moving on, I have to remind myself that later this summer, if all goes right, I'm going to fly to europe and destroy everything in my path. If there was ever a band to let out steam with, Backstabbers is the band.
Evidence:
-I Dont Care how Many times You've Seen Fight Club, You Are Not Tyler Durden
-File Under Hostility
-Suicide Song for the Small Town... Upon Completing Your Application...
Fucking nowhere. That's where this gets you. And if you don't believe me child then go and test it. Go and fucking try it. And once you're back at home, make sure you give me that call. I want to hear how many times you scream, "Farewell inspiration. Goodnight fucking life's blood." We all don't have that small screen luck where our problems are solved in a half an hour. We can't be this forever. Fuck you we can't. And in our travels, as we walk past these trendfuck's sidewalks, it all boils down to the shit we claimed to hate. So now its all open arms and puckered lips. Another situation drama as this record fucking skips. We're moving fast. We're going nowhere.
p.s. I understand and unhappily accept the inherent melodrama that live journal lends to emotional entries.